they're playing soul at the wrong speed

Just dropped off the last piece of the application for the academic advisor position. It occurred to me as I was walking over there that it might help my chances if I didn't look like an undergrad myself, in my hoodie, jeans, and flip flops. Oh well. I'll dress like an adult if I get an interview.

Because I'm, well, me, as I walked away, I thought, "Didn't Noel have this job?"

Crap I have to get done before I leave keeps piling on, coming out of the woodwork after relative quiet, as I look for new car insurance and need to make arrangements to get a new license and plates, notify loan people that no, in fact, I am not graduating this summer, thanks for rubbing it in, and the department keeps emailing stuff I need to fill out, blah blah blah.

Luckily, cupcakes make everything better.