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I wish I had something interesting to say. I'm in a low mood. It's not even lunch yet and my brain has firmly quit out for the day. Thursday's my last day at home and it just barely sunk in that I'm leaving, and now everybody's making it a big deal about me leaving, so it's suddenly become a big deal. And now all the inanimate objects in my life, right on cue, have begun doing their best to make me miserable. I keep losing things, cutting myself on things, one of my flowerbeds is dying, my laptop's refusing to download something vitally important that I NEED before Thursday so that I can actually get into one of my classes, Photoshop is resisting my every attempt to move it off the computer and onto the laptop, and I've spent all morning snarling at things and trying not to cry my eyes out which means that That Time of Month is neigh, probably coming on the very day I'll be trying to move in to the dorm.

In short I want to die.

In other news: Look over there! A hippocampus!