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I have to do half the homily for Sunday's service. Fuck. I know

starya is going to help me, and I essentially have what I need to write it. BUT it has to be 7 minutes. I'm having the worst few months keeping up with work. I still have a shitload of essays to write. So me = god damn it.

Whats worse - my father might be leaving in less than a month. When we move I have to share a room with my sister. We will most likely live in an apartment. (we can't fit for those who have seem what we own). So yeah, fuck it. I want to cry but my father is in the room so I won't. I need a one week extention on all my work. ALL of it. If I had that, I would be okay.

Damn it. The astros won. IF the yankees when I'm moving to Canada.
(Father after seeing the cardinals: It's times like these I really doubt there is a God)

48 Hours is on tommorow night. Thank god. I need McKay even if he is uber arrogant and annoying.

picSPAM because I'm severly depressed:

Since The Farscape Mini-series is on tonight: Mr Browder.

Mr. Bakula and Mr. Stockwell

Mr. Hewlett because I really need a DH pick-me up

I have rice puddin' that makes me feel better!!!! *dances*