4/26/04

She’s going to Albertson’s. 

I have four days. 

This month (being May, of course) is going to be tougher than…(you fill in the blank).

I have nothing to say.  I’m writing this for the sheer fact that I’m leaving notes.   Wait… what?  So, therefore, we (royal we) have resulted in a fast recap of my delightfully boring day. 

Sparknotes.  Arguments on impeachment.  Bipolar disorder… cyclo-something.  That’s what he has.  Run away.  Don’t want to see certain people.  Take sugar coated pain killers.  Ulcers will be coming soon.  Go home.  See Brazilian twins.  Attempt to finish book.  Can’t-do-it-at-all.  Go back to school.  People are stupid.  Stop fighting.  See Xina in library.  Sparknotes?  Read poem that I can’t understand.  Write the worst essay of my life.  Freak out when asked about college.  Cry.  Watch bad movie in Physics.  Take notes about Cher.  Go home.  See Brazilian twins.  Get called sugar mama. 

WOW.