Maybe I didn't take the wisest course of action, but at least it's a reasonable one--everything's planned and paid for to the last cent and second. There is no legitimate reason for an altercation.

Ah, but there was one all the same, and what a one it was.

Assuming Medusa doesn't call, trying to negotiate, apologize, or demean, I'm going to start picking up job applications after Biology tomorrow.

In a nutshell, I've been disowned. I don't know how long it'll last, but it's nerve-racking enough as it is.

Adieu.