{{{{{Sean}}}}}

I just got some very good news. The Honors Department has determined that my difficulty with Spanish is directly related to my disability, and they are waiving my language requirement (the university requires 1 year of language; the honors department requires 2. I've met the university requirement). I cannot even begin to tell you how relieved I am. I'm gonna go home and write the e-mail to my prof saying that I'm dropping the class. This is such a HUGE weight lifted.

Woo Hoo!!! I'm so happy for you.

Yay vw! I'm glad for you. sj, I was glad to read about the good news from you as well.

Thanks, Shir. It's nice to see you posting in Bitches.

{{{Sean}}} You've gotten very good advice here.

{{{Bitches}}}

Cramps, btw, are lame. Just FYI.

Wow, I don't know how teachers do it. Seriously. Between my offline teacher friends and my b.org teacher friends, I hear many stories that amaze me with delight and many that curl my toes they're so horrible. I honestly don't know how you guys do it. But, thank you for doing it. I'll say something on a personal note: when I needed help with home situations, the "guidance counselors" always sucked and my teachers were the ones who came through for me.

I love reading Fay posts. And Fay, I have some friends (who are trying to adopt their second child out of Vietnam) who will be staying in Bankok for an undetermined length of time (it's much cheaper than staying in Hanoi)...may I email you for advice on Bankok bargains?

Sean, all I can say is that you've proved you're noble and a very caring friend. Now prove you're smart and take care of yourself.

Kristin, don't be embarrassed. Lots of people put off going to doctors and dentists, especially when they've got a million other things to worry about. Hope things work out okay.

And now I've forgotten what I was going to say originally, but that's okay. I need to get my ass back into the office anyway.

{{{all y'all}}}

I just found out my sister's awful ex boyfriend (not the narcissistic last one, the alchoholic before that) is moving back in with her. To complicate things, he's my roommate's Dad. I'm considering finding a new place to live. I had already decided to write M off if she made any more horrible decisions man-wise, but I can't tell D not to let his own father come over. The fun part is I get to pretend I don't know because Mom's birthday is Friday and I don't want to ruin it for her.

Damn, your sister is a piece of work, isn't she?

I said to D, "I thought your dad couldn't get work in SoCal." D said, "He thinks something will be available in the spring."

Good lord, Laga.