Don't leave me this way . . .

[taratemima]

Lingomotors is now not hiring until 2001, so it is up to me to find another job. Back to career fairs and searching the Linguist List. Aw well.

I am on the border of understanding Symbolic Logic, but I am never sure I know a lot or enough to fuck up. "C'mon," Angus says, "you know it cold, why are you having such a hard time?" All I know is that the rules of formal proofs fly out the window when I try to use them. And I still don't know if my Spaulding Rehab stuff would qualify for laboratory work.

I will meet with some Hoffman Grant committee and explain why I am planning to take five courses tomorrow. I will pick up my green notebook, read Statistics stuff to bone up on tests and homeworks. I will try and make up work. I am cash-poor and not sure which CDs to sell off, or when my federal tax return will come in.

Please, I want to make it.