Everything’s done with. It’s all over. I regret opening my mouth in the first place, but, John, I wasn’t the only one who decided to continuously run my mouth. I ran my mouth to defend myself, Lauren, and Jeff and you know it. And Brandy knew I wasn’t going to do anything AT MY JOB. Yeah, like I’m going to risk my job over some stupid bullshit. Anyway, it’s over, that’s all I have to say. Tomorrow there’s a car show and the first 15 entrants receive a trophy. It starts at 10:45 a.m. though and I don’t think I’ll be able to pull myself up out of bed in time. It would be cool to receive a trophy for my car though. I might go. There’s supposed to be some races after school today and I thought about still going even though John and I aren’t friends anymore. I was told the Mustang would be there. Oh well. I have to work tonight. I guess this is it for now.