Cheap Therapy


I faxed some paperwork today that cleared the hold that was on my account with my college. Hopefully, my admissions counselor will call on Monday to tell me whether or not my application for re-admittance to the school has been accepted. If it has been, I will have approximately five weeks to get my butt in gear, which seems like the ideal opportunity for Jack Bauer to pop out of my monitor, screaming, "We're running out of time!"

I am nervous, excited, and scared. Although my computer is being reformatted this weekend (its refusal to allow me to play Sims 2 was the last straw), I still have my trusty Lord of the Rings DVDs around to keep me distracted. And over three more seasons of 24. Who needs therapy when repression is so much cheaper?