"I've once again painted myself into a very lonely corner." I don't know how I'm going to pull this off. I need to act quick. Get in motion. Get moving. Tomorrow it will all go down. Whether or not I can pull this off, I'm not sure. I have no back up plan. no plan B. nor C. I have one chance. and one only. Man, this has got my TUMMY all tied up in knots. That and the fucking Taco Bell I just ate. I hate that place. PRD's paradise of fattening (fat-ning) and nasty, fake mexican food. (M-exican.) It isn't settling the right way. Lodged in my throat. I can barely breathe. It didn't have to be like this again. I could've done this the right way. Instead of the hard way. Now I'm definitely screwed to the floor. SC-REWED! My head feels dizzy. and light. Maybe it's the No-Doz I took. Maybe it's my nerves. Maybe it's my cramps. Maybe it's an omen. Or maybe it's just shit. Nothing. I'm making myself ill. Actually, I am still a little SHITTY. Feeling. Gross. And sick. Nervous. And apprehensive. O damn me. Damn me to the hell of slackers. (Where I belong, and shall rule as Queen) Take me down to the paradise city. Where the grass is green. And the boys are pretty. O won't you please take me home. (I didn't write that) It's a song. An oldie. But still a goodie. Man I feel sick. I think I'll go now and see if I can read some shit for my next class. Maybe? DFN.