No blue drinks for me tonight. It's been awhile. Awhile since we've gone out and ended up getting shit-faced. I don't know how I feel about that. Today: 1. Help clean house 2. Apply for another job 3. Go visit Dani and Angel 4. (Fight the urge) 5. Write a roughdraft about EK 6. Study for a mineral test 7. Go to bed early That's my list of things to do today. Thrilling, eh? I sure know how to live in the fast lane. *Verrrrooooooom* I feel kind of sick right now. Too much spaghetti I suppose. I don't know what I feel like today. Emotionally anyways. Fine, I guess. Just fine. I feel like my ass is spreading. I feel fat today. It's been awhile. My stomach is twisted today. *Yuck* That's my feeling. Pat isn't on my mind today and he won't be tomorrow. Only seeing him two times a week helps. I couldn't handle anymore. Good thing we don't stay in touch. Should I be jealous that he gave (and allowed) some girl named Monica to call him? Should I think about why he would let her, but not me? No, I don't think I want to think about it anymore. It's useless. And ridiculous. Pathetic even. I don't feel too bad though. I think this CRUSH is losing it's grip on my heart. On my poor little mind. I will over come. I will. *Amen* I feel like going to bed and taking a nap. That's not a very responsible thing to do. I don't really care though. Tomorrow refunds come out. I can't wait. My fund has decreased extremely. I'm on the edge of being completely POOR. No, wait. I am completely poor. (Poverty = desperation to find change in the couch cushions.) Pity me, please? I think I'm off for now. I think I'll clean real quick, go visit Dani, and come home and take a nap before I write that draft. This won't work out of course. My plans never do, no matter how simple. I am off. "I pity da foo..." D.F.N.