One Down. One to Go.

One paper is done. I don't think I have what it takes to start the next one. That's the scary one. I think I'll just put my name in the header, put in some page numbers and consider myself started. It's a plan.

So, I had a fun trek across campus. I was going to send off one of my application and some supplimental info for another one of the schools (it was one of the "online" applications that required a lot of printing). Of course I got there 5 minutes after the post office closed. I could still see a little light under the security grating and everything (But now I will never forget the the Union post office closes at one on Saturdays).
So, I went and bought a sub, so my journey wouldn't have been for nothing.
I then proceeded to leave.
Within the first minute of my long trek back, it hit me. Bam! My roomie works at the post office over the summers. I whip out my cell, which is running low on battery, and I call her. "60 cents." She says. So, I return. I buy stamps from a freaky dispenser...put the envelopes in the slot and was on my merry way.

Wah. I don't want to do anymore work. Can't I go on strike?