sweathog

Okay SERIOUSLY!!!! It's fucking November 30th and I have to turn my air conditioner on????!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!? I am sitting here in a tank top and shorts next to a christmas wreath, sweating. I am so close to snapping.

I have to turn in a form tomorrow that says how I'd like my name to appear on the diploma I'm getting this may. I'm graduating. This. May. Where the hell did that come from? How the hell is it going to happen considering I don't even have a formal experiment design for my thesis? I'm going to be a very busy bee this winter... not that this is a winter in anything other than name. Fucking 84 degrees. GAH!!!!