Today is Friday. It should be a day when I’m almost done. (Amazing how we look forward to the weekend, isn’t it?) But this is not such a Friday. Today, I get up at 8 – a time that rarely sees the inside of my eyelids. But analytical chem. is cancelled today, so I don’t have to go to class. Up, eat, study. Study study study. Work on my script, balance my checkbook. I’m good at procrastinating. Study some more.

Run to Spanish because I was so engrossed in O chem. that I almost missed class. Sit in Spanish, not understand what is being said, as usual. Go to O chem., take a bad test. Go to theatre, enjoy not thinking for a while. Realize it’s two and I haven’t eaten lunch.

Meeting 1, decide about theatre minor.

Meeting 2, talk about medic stuff.

Meeting 3, decide about chemistry major.

Yay! It’s Friday. No homework. Oh, analytical take home midterm. :: sigh :: Didn’t go to dinner, cause I didn’t feel like salad – which is what I always have for dinner at SAGA.