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I went yesterday after dinner to Kilpatrick to work on my RAP credits. The track/gym room was empty, but I walked a while anyway because I felt guilty. I had been sitting down and working on my homework for about fifteen minutes when the main lights all suddenly went out, and I was sitting in the semi-darkness.

When I went downstairs, the guy at the front desk (who has to sign your sheet if you want credit) was already gone, and I belatedly checked the hours open sign and realized that the place closed at 8 pm. So that two hours was a big waste and I'm no closer to my requirements.

Today is my last health credit, in about forty five minutes. It's a massage workshop, which means it will probably touching and touched by people I barely know. Lovely. minstrelia had said she'd go with me, but decided to go on the MassMOCA trip instead.

Wow

I thought I was more jaded than I actually am, I think. Apparently I can still be shocked by the sheer depths of batfuck craziness fannish discussions can descend to. Man.