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I finally got those credits transferred. Turns out I'll have to take intro to archaeology anyway because they course I took at Columbia was too advanced to be able to count here as intro. (Too advanced, so I have to go back and do intro. Logic doesn't apply in these situations; all they care is that I sit in a boring intro class until I want to die.)

And I made a decision, sitting in my first class of the semester ("Ethnology of Native American Indians"): I'm not looking for a job anymore. I may go ahead and sign up for that intro archaeology class this semester. Why not. The more boring crap, the better. But I ain't working. No job. Because I want to get the hell out of school already, and I know one thing right now: if I get a job, I'll end up dropping a class or two or three or all, and then I will never get out of school.

So if you want to do anything with me that involves money, sorry. If I'm very lucky I'll be able to beg enough PATH and subway fare to visit Mint Manor once in awhile, but I won't be able to afford to feed myself there. Although it will be a good place to hide out from the credit card people to whom I owe unfathomable amounts of minimum payments. Minimum.

I'm depressed and resigned to this. No work. No money. Just boring classes until I want to be dead.

If you feel sorry for me, I accept Paypal.

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