My new shoes are in fact watertight, which means that I can walk in puddles without being soaked, but it also means that when I am attacked by the Mother of All Puddles the way I was today, and water goes in through the top of the shoes, it never comes out. Argh. My feet are wet. Argh. Argh. Ah, Ricky.
Admittedly, that's a pretty petty thing to be complaining about, especially being done with finals as I am. But it's the principle of the thing.
There is an annoying dripping sound emenating from outside my bedroom. Oh well. I don't even care [we could have all three].
What to do over break... well, work, mostly. I need to organize my pages, and put some new stuff on Crummy, and clean out all the crap in my room left over from last quarter.

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