This whole thing where I write and write and write and you, like, don't comment, saddens me. Especially after everybody was all like "Make blog! Do it, or we will hate you."
If I'm making the effort to post all this stuff, you all get off your lazy butts and comment. Even if it's to say, "Screw you, Uhlman! We'll comment when you start speaking substantial things!", or "We hate you, Uhlman! Nobody likes you!"
Heh. As I was typing that, I remembered my social worker from elementary school. So the story goes that, in my later years at Newcombville Elementary, I had a decided predisposition to spending my noon hours with one or two friends or the teacher on duty. Deciding that my lack of social interaction was not healthy, my teacher recommended that I see a social worker, who placed me in a group with a number of other socially isolated youth from around the area.
As I recalled those old times, and thought ahead to now and the crazy psycho I've become, I wonder why they didn't do a better job so I could actually fit in with people and be less... psycho. ;-)
In other news, I got back my Architecture midterm. Perhaps you recall - it was the one of much reamage, discussed in a previous entry. I passed! A small miracle as far as I'm concerned; miracle or not, though, it has occured. Other than that, I'm spending tonight cooped up at the User Support Centre covering Nancy's shift, because she's not feeling well. Feel better soon! Please?