This is the next to last day of WSUI's semi-annual fund drive. Thank God. I am getting tired of hearing pleas for funds. I sent in my money, dammit, now quit asking me for more! They should have a special station for everyone who's given already - here's your receipt, and here's the special code for the non-fund drive programming. If I wasn't so addicted to NPR, I'd turn it off.

I have senioritis for tax season. I think I need to coin a new phrase. How about April-itis? There's gotta be some sort of shorthand for I-can't-stand-to-look-at-this-tax-return-anymore-so-I-spend-an-inordinate-amount-of-time-on-the-WD-and-cursing-all-my-stalkees-except-Min-for-not-updating-their-blogs-often-enough. It's about now that I have to go wander the halls and annoy people in order to get my second wind. Yesterday I emptied the dishwasher.

I should take a page from Amanda's book and go raid the liquor supply. I like my job. There's beer in the fridge.