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I have a vague suspicion my English prof is a closet fanfic writer. Every assignment she gives has a creative option - writing a missing scene or something like that, and that's the type of assignment closet fanfic writers give, in my (ever so vast) experience.

I think I may do that for the next essay. The story is jumping out at me.

I got an A on my anatomy tests with very little studying, so I guess I'm going to try to get into Nutrition. Unfortunately, I was a little flaky with the teacher earlier this semester. Oops. Oh well, worst that happens is she says no and I have to figure out how to get it in this summer along with Microbiology, which doesn't put me in a worse position than I'm in now.

I miss last semester. The classes were much more fun. Anatomy labs consist of sitting and looking at stuff for three hours, which is mind-numbing, and English is relatively fun, but a heck of a lot more work than Psych was. Oh well.

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Riding by, I noticed a paper in the window of a local martial arts studio. It looked like an application for a license to sell alcoholic beverages.

Closer examination proved that this was indeed what it was.

ETA: We took a closer look on the way back, and apparently the Asian market next door is moving into that space, and it's a permit transfer notification. Which raises more questions, but at least it isn't the start of Karate Bar.