Familiar ground...

My application for my private loan was denied.

Now I hit the panic button. Here we go again.

They don't call it "hump day" for nothing.

It was one of those nights where I was tired, yet I couldn't fall asleep. I went to bed around 2, and couldn't fall asleep until after 3...then had to get up at 8:30 for class, and so, as I expected, I slept through Weather and Climate. My professor for that class has a voice that can put one to sleep, and his voice reminds me of another scientist: Jack Horkheimer, host of those brief 5-minute things on public televison: Jack Horkheimer's Star Gazer, where he'd talk about current happenings in the night sky.  But that's neither here nor there. After lunch, back here to fill out my loan app. Of course, they couldn't give me an online credit decision, and they'll send the decision to my home address in a week or two. Problem is--I want them to send it here, and it's a week or two I don't have. My entire rest of the academic year hinges on this. Usually, by this point, I'd be panicking--yet, I find myself very relaxed about the situation. If it comes back negative, then I'll panic. Right now, why expend calories on worry and speculation? Not yet.

So, in true Raccoon City style, I went to work, zombie-like. And today was one of those days in which the 8 hour tenure seemed to pass by sooooooooo sloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyy. It felt like I was there for a double shift. The day went oh-so-slow, with it being dead. I come back, Yankees are leading the Sox, 8-7, and would take Game 1, 10-7. I look forward to the weekend already: I miss April terribly, and it's only been 9 days. Maybe that's why I had such a hard time falling asleep--didn't have myself curled up in her arms.

Chatted with her for a bit, then did some gaming. No chat with Sarah tonight, for she's enjoying her two days off with Mike.

And this song's been stuck in my head all day...I like it.

Elton John--Emily

The church bells ring out morning glory
When summer bends to the winter's rage
Emily walks through the cemetery
Passed a dog in an unmarked grave
The old girl hobbles, nylons sagging
Talks to her sisters in the ground
I saw a lie in the mirror this morning
I heard a prophesy all around

And Emily they come and go
The shadows and the distant sounds
But Emily don't be afraid
When the weight of angels weighs you down


Emily prays to a faded hero
In a little frame clutched to her gown
Hears the voice of promise in his memory
Tonight's the night they let the ladder down
In a cage sits a gold canary
By a wicker chair and a rosewood loom
As a soul ascends abord the evening
Canary sings to an empty room


And Emily they come and go
The shadows and the distant sounds
But Emily don't be afraid
When the weight of angels weighs you down

Nighty night, all.