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So incredibly tired. Bah. Today I harangue the grant and accounting people to make sure I can actually have money when I leave tomorrow.

I want to go back to sleep.

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I'm shaking so hard trying to not break down and cry.

The woman who is supposed to be here to give me my NSTP account number so that I can access my grant money so I can actually have money to pay for things (like honorariums, hotel rooms, etc.) decided to take today off.

FUCK.

I'm just... arrgh. I can't deal with this any more.

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Thank god for my supervisor.

I don't know if it's all going to be sorted out or not, but his first words to me were "Calm down, we'll take care of this."

Now I don't feel like puking from the stress. But I do want a strong drink.

I win!

My supervisor called me to say that he has a cheque with my name on it. So, hopefully bright and early tomorrow I'll get to the bank and actually have money to pay people.

:)

And I called the Partylite helpline because of an outstanding amount due (4 dollars. Wha?) Just waiting for them to update it so I can submit the damn order.

I feel kind of like an adult at the moment. How the hell did that happen? Heh. I need to go drop off library books, buy audiocassettes for the interviews and maybe a new pair of pants.