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After last night's little cell phone debacle, I feel so much better. All that stress and worrying, not worth it. I remembered that really, not much has ever come easily for me, but I tend to get what I want when I try hard enough. So, meh, if this job thing doesn't come through something else will. I like a good challenge anyway.
And as for Buffy: I laughed (Trogdor the Burninator), I cried (Spike!), I felt very satisfied. A good ending to a great thing.

Things got done today. And yesterday.

Application to get money for classes from the Union: check.
Dropped coins into Coinstar machine yesterday and walked away with $27. Not bad, not bad at all.
Homeless men love my hair. I don't understand it, but if I had a nickel for every time a homeless man tells me he likes my hair, I'd have walked away from that Coinstar machine a much richer young lady. It's pretty inexplicable since my hair is not nearly as bright and circus-like as it was in its heyday. It's a fairly mundane shade of red, but hey, if it makes the homeless men happy it must be doing something right.