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I'm in heeeelllllll...

Working on my take-home final for film class; am missing a good 1/3 of the additional reading material handed out in class over the course of the semester as well as an entire class session's worth of notes that got lost somewhere in the move.

Got a call today from former landlord; I'd thrown myself on his mercy because there ended up being a good truck bed's worth of junk that I didn't have any way to get to a dump in my car and had to stack outside behind the building (neatly, but it's still there). He was nice enough, but said that I'd have to find a way to get rid of it. Don't know what the eff I'm going to do about that.

Had an appointment with the financial aid advisor at UNM - scratch that - SHE was sick, and I got 15 minutes with someone else there who had another appointment and had no real information for me. Can't make heads or tails of what my FA advisor at TVI was doing with the conversion between UNM and TVI, and I have no idea what is going on with my financial aid and need to get this stuff figured out and no matter how many times it's explained to me I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND IT.

It's been too effing hot for too effing long and I'm really at my wit's end.

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Well, that was certainly unexpected.

Just had a knock on the door from the neighbor at the end of the strip - to ask me to open a bottle of wine for him.

And yes, it's just five minutes before midnight.

I told him, I'll do this this once, but you had better never ask me to do it again. Period.

He was very grateful, blah blah blah, said he's HIV positive (and he really does look like a walking cadaver, so it's not at all hard to believe) and doesn't have energy to do some things for/by himself, apologized profusely -

I said hey, it's not so much what you're asking for as the time that you're asking for it - it's midnight for crying out loud.

I got the bottle open, he offered me a glass, I told him that it all tastes like nail polish to me and would be a waste (though it did look like a nice bottle of wine - as nice looking bottles with tastefully understated labels go).

I'm telling you, I'd like to be a nice guy, but I am not going to give anyone the impression that I'm a 24/7 on-call public utility. And especially as regards things alcoholic - or for alcoholics. I don't care what kind of fatal disease you have, don't ask me to ennable your substance abuse.

That said, I got his bottle opened, gave him a hug, and got rid of him in fairly short order.

Kids these days...