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It must have been in preparation for my move. I'm not sure what I did or how I did it, but my arm feels like I got about four tetanus shots. I can barely move it above resting position without feeling a lot of pain. Too bad I'm not done with my papers yet (but I have 21 1/2 hours left to finish them) or done with my deep-cleaning in my apartment yet or heading home yet. Ah, I wish I was...

can i be normal, please?

Wow. It's finals week, and a week I'm dying to be a "normal" thirty-three year old. One who isn't in a PhD program trying to finish up her coursework (the last class papers! yippee!), pack up her apartment and clean it like she's never cleaned before and paint two humongous walls (I have ten foot ceilings and one of the walls is about sixteen feet long) and have time for a going away party, all in the space of 192 hours (four days).

But look on the bright side: It's mostly sunny, 73 degrees, and as of Saturday noon (I hope) I'll be finished with my last classes ever and moving home to live with my husband, where I'll be able to garden to my heart's content. It's just the getting there that's the hard part. Super speed woman, I need you now.