Anyhow, that presentation that I said I'd work on later tonight yesterday night? I lied, I made a title page and then went to sleep. I made the whole this morning and tra-la-la-lally, 97% even though I didn't put it together half as seamlessly as I'd thought it out in my head. So ha! win is me. :D Of course, once I got my proposal back, I was vastly not happy with what had happened. The rubrics had been changed! I pointed this out, of course, and that was changed. I argued for more marks due me, and upped the grade from a 74 to an 84--that was when he began shushing me away. I left, of course, but I'm pretty certain if I looked harder, I can find other marks that I shouldn't have lost. I'll have to look it over again because yes, I really am that annoying. I've had too many years of not pressing when I should have. No more of that.
Tomorrow's my doctor's appointment. Blood test is a go, which means I can't eat anything. But I waaaant a muffin. ;o; Vicki's been eating and eating and eating since she got home and I'm like *stares in sadness*. Doctor's going to scold me again. :( Steph has gained too much weight. The muffin is probably a bad idea anyway. I hope that problem with my liver isn't still ongoing though. :| Steph would like to avoid the death if at all possible.