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Mar. 10th, 2010 10:46 amI took last night off from homework and joined up with my Alle Psallite buds at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
carthew's house. We ate girl scout cookies, caught up on each others' current events, and even sang for a little while. It was very, very good being with the choir again.
Today I am barely containing the panic that is burbling in my stomach. The fortnightly project call is tonight and I need as much time as I can scrounge to figure out how to do next Monday's assignment. I was up very late this past Monday working on said assignment, but I couldn't do what I wanted to do. After I figure that out, I'll need to do next Friday's assignment and start thinking about the following Sunday's. Next Wednesday's assignment is critiques of classmates' work and I won't be able to start that until someone else decides to post their assignments early. I may actually get away without taking too much of a hit on participation points, but that might require me logging in from Mom's house on Sunday morning to sneak in last-minute commentary.
We haven't started packing for Gulf Wars, but I have to remind myself that there's not that much to pack. Nearly all of the camping gear stays packed in baskets, canvas bags, and plastic tubs on and near a shelving unit in the basement; it's just a matter of hauling all that stuff upstairs and into the loving embrace of our rental van. I prepped my clothes this past weekend and simply need to fold my dresses and pack them plus breeches, smocks, veils, stockings, and belts into my clothes chest. Lacing cords, pins, and jewelry are in their box. Shoes are in their basket. Toiletries are in their own chest. Linens are gathered together on the sewing table. So really, the only thing(s) left to get are food, beverages, and ice. So. It'll be okay. (This is obviously for me, not you, gentle reader.)
carthew's house. We ate girl scout cookies, caught up on each others' current events, and even sang for a little while. It was very, very good being with the choir again.Today I am barely containing the panic that is burbling in my stomach. The fortnightly project call is tonight and I need as much time as I can scrounge to figure out how to do next Monday's assignment. I was up very late this past Monday working on said assignment, but I couldn't do what I wanted to do. After I figure that out, I'll need to do next Friday's assignment and start thinking about the following Sunday's. Next Wednesday's assignment is critiques of classmates' work and I won't be able to start that until someone else decides to post their assignments early. I may actually get away without taking too much of a hit on participation points, but that might require me logging in from Mom's house on Sunday morning to sneak in last-minute commentary.
We haven't started packing for Gulf Wars, but I have to remind myself that there's not that much to pack. Nearly all of the camping gear stays packed in baskets, canvas bags, and plastic tubs on and near a shelving unit in the basement; it's just a matter of hauling all that stuff upstairs and into the loving embrace of our rental van. I prepped my clothes this past weekend and simply need to fold my dresses and pack them plus breeches, smocks, veils, stockings, and belts into my clothes chest. Lacing cords, pins, and jewelry are in their box. Shoes are in their basket. Toiletries are in their own chest. Linens are gathered together on the sewing table. So really, the only thing(s) left to get are food, beverages, and ice. So. It'll be okay. (This is obviously for me, not you, gentle reader.)
