I’ve got poison ivy or more formerly “urushiol-induced contact dermatitis” for the first time in years. Hypothesis: touched it some time during my various forays into the woods (Capital Crescent, Great Falls), and then scratched my two massive welt bug bites on the back of my arm. Now I have lesions all over. Gross!
There is nothing left to do before I go to school but pack, think about classes, and do practice logic games in my workbook.
tags: itchy
With a bit of work, I have now got Edgy Eft, fglrx, XGL and Beryl to function. I even figured out how to get Beryl to use Metacity themes instead of the crappy Emerald ones it comes with.
I didn’t think I was one to be especially blown away by eye candy, but Beryl is pretty awesome. Specifically: the Expose-like Scale feature, the 3D desktop cube, the improved window switcher. Even the wobbly windows have grown on me. Every time I move a window I get a goofy smile on my face. I also have a urgent desire to show off the effects to all of my friends. Now if only I could get that cat hair out of the side of my screen…
Yesterday McComas and I took apart my bike as much as we could. The only things left in the frame now are the pedals and the big gears, and a bit from the gear shifters that I couldn’t pop out. It is in a very sorry, half-sanded state.
My hands were dry yesterday after taking a shower so I slathering Cetaphil Moisturizing Cream all over them. I woke up today with a rash. Little red speckles.
I have now shopped all the classes that I was considering: Human Factors, Moral Metatheory, Nature of Morality, Shaping of World Views, Pragmatism, and Political Psychology. Pragmatism and Political Psychology meet at the same time. Originally I assumed that I did not get into Political Psychology, but I got an email yesterday that spaces had opened up. I have to choose which class to go to tomorrow, which will most likely be the class that I will stick with.
Reasons to take Pragmatism:
Reasons to take Political Psychology:
Either way, the one I choose will be a fifth class, which means I could always decide to drop it or another class later on during the semester. The plan is to pore over the syllabus and books for each class this afternoon, and also read the entire Wikipedia entry on Pragmatism. Times like these I wish I had more friends who were philosophy or political science majors.
Needless to say I am a bit overwhelmed at them moment. My eczema has flared up but is under control for now.
Peter has been very sick for the past week. The guess is that he has Hepatitis A, although yesterday he tested negative. If he tests positive I think his roommate and I will get vaccinated. Luckily I am well over any symptoms of mono. I still have to get my blood tested again in a few weeks to see how my liver is doing, but unlike Peter my hepatitis (Epstein-Barr) has been mild and not caused me any abdominal pain.
(The back of my left knee is swollen.) But I have produced half of a paper with many hours to go, so life is okay.
I have written about 7 and a half pages of my paper due tomorrow at 4:30 pm. I plan to finish it up in the morning and then spend the rest of the day and possibly night on my PL131 paper, also 8 pages. I chose a prompt, so I have made some progress. Can vaguely conceive of how I will produce enough pages of writing. Wish I had finished tomorrow’s paper tonight, but oh well. At least it will be done in time. Eczema has flared up again, I think partly because it is winter (except it is 54F out right now…) and mostly because I am stressed out. I start scratching my arms without thinking while I’m hacking away at essays. I bought a huge bottle of Eucerin “Clinically proven effective for very dry, sensitive skin” Original Moisturizing Lotion which purports to relieve dry skin associated with skin conditions such as eczema and psoriasis. I also am sporting a smattering of pimples on the lower left side of my face. Perhaps to do with how I am sleeping? It makes me looked slightly diseased but I kind of feel that way what with the lack of sleep, stress and itchy scaley skin, so it is appropriate. Bed time. Here’s hoping I have more energy and enthusiasm tomorrow morning.
A guy walked into me on Thayer St and I was wearing Birkenstocks because I have been trying to avoid wearing socks and shoes because they irritate my swollen ankle and he stepped on my foot and bent the nail on my big toe in half to make a 90 degree angle.
I don’t like that right now I am: