I hear the bells, they are like emeralds

[swatkat]

My father has somehow managed to misplace some very important documents of mine. He had them with him, because I wasn't here my beloved ex-university issued them, and he had stored it away in his usual methodical way - and now they've *vanished*. So I had to spend the last two hours trying to stop my parents from flipping out and convincing them that yes, the ex-university will issue new ones for me (they know that. *everyone* knows that. a lot of running about for me, though - and here I had planned to take a break tomorrow before I leave the day after), and no, the current university will not kick me out if I don't provide the said documents when I go in to re-register because I shall be giving them adequate proof (and I just learnt about my grades this semester - FUCKING GOOD about sums it up - and no, they really won't be kicking me out anytime soon). When did I become the adult person in the family? This is somewhat disturbing.

Among other things: I don't understand - *why* do the little old ladies in the neighbourhood think our flowers are public property? This has happened *twice* this month.

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So the episode description for 3.14, One Day, One Room tells us that this episode consists of House being in the clinic, all day long. That's right - all day long. No POTW. No cases to solve. Just clinic duty, all day long. It's like Cuddy's happiest dream coming true! *squee*

Comments

[donnaimmaculata.livejournal.com]

Under a rock. *hangs head* I'm popping up sporadically on LJ, but very, very rarely. I'm hoping to get back to it after I sorted out Stuff in RL.

And it's very nice to see you, too :-)

I think my father is methodical in his own head. But his methodology is not other people's methodology, and he keeps forgetting his system anyway. Also, he reorganises it every now and then, which adds to the fun.

[swatkat24.livejournal.com]

I hope things get sorted out soon, and in a least stressful manner. :D

The documents have finally been found. They were in my dad's closet, where he looked only briefly because he's very methodical and he couldn't *possibly* have kept it there.