Choose your weapon...

I have found a new weapon with which to combat my somewhat more frequent bouts of bad humour, and it is yellow. Bright, glorious, Hufflepuff, fuzzy, happy yellow. I am making a scarf out of it. If I'm feeling a little out of sorts, all I have to do is pick up the needles and knit two or three rows of sunshiny happiness, and I feel much better.

In other news, it looks like grad school is a little further off than anticipated. As I suspected, I'm low on higher level English courses, and in order to be a credible candidate, I need to take five full courses, one in literary theory, two at the 400 level, and two at the 500 level, to prove to the committee that I'm serious. At the end of it, I'll be able to say to them, "Look, I've essentially done what's required of an English major, and here are all my lovely marks and references." It's getting to the end. I'll get started, whittle away at it, but the earliest I can apply is for admittance in January 2006, and that's if all the scheduling works out.

But, on the other hand, it gives me more time to save, pay down the mortgage, and quite possibly take a vacation or two!