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Verso Sciolto, the second, in which I make lists:  

Okay so, while still on my parents' couch, today has been quite the productive day.  Notable achievements are: 

1. Completed laundry (always a huge accomplishment)

2. Finished knitting scarf (turned out to be really ugly, will find another use for it)

3. Decided which grad school program I want to attend

4. Signed up for the GREs 

5. Got a job...maybe

6. Second blog entry 

While 1) or 2) or all of these items may seem trivial to the common reader, know that it is because you already have a life.  

If I were to instead rate the productivity of my day based on what I set out to do, I would have to fail myself, as the only two items on my LBDO list were 1) laundry and 2) go back to NY.  We all know 50% is a failing grade.  

My reasons for not going back to NY are superb: a)  I need a prescription refill from Walmart 2) I am lazy and 3) I have absolutely NO responsibility in the city.  And thus, I am still on the couch.  

I will at a later date unveil to you which grad program I have set my sights on.  This pause is to create the illusion of suspense-worthy drama, and also because I am sensitive to the superstitious powers of the jinx.  But as a teaser, I'll let you know what it is not: Psychology at NYU.  Dun dun DUN!  I did however realize that in order to get into any program I will need to take the GREs.  Test date: December 4th, 12:30 pm.  Bring on the verbal tongue twisters. 

The got-a-job-maybe thing is something I'm still confused about.  Previously mentioned mean ex-boss has been stringing me along with a job offer to work at her downtown NY office as an office assistant.  Mind you, it pays pennies, but the hours are flexible, and it comes with fringe benefits.  I had all but given up on her until she sent me an email today asking me for my available start date.  Now is the dilemma: to work for the world's meanest boss (albeit, 250 miles away from her might not be so bad), or not to work at all?  Suggestions are encouraged, because this is really a question of dignity versus rent money.  

For half a second I thought the no-money-for-rent thing might be alleviated by a new roommate, Nelson.  Sesi, dear Sesi, told me of our Nelson this afternoon, prefacing the announcement with "Don't get upset."  Turns out the reason Nelson is moneyless is because he is only concerned with cheese and carrying three common household diseases.  Yes, Nelson is a mouse.   The exterminator is scheduled to arrive at 9:30 tonight.  

If anyone has a Tom they are willing to donate, please advise.  

<3

LB