Feeling: I don't know. Yeah. Sob story, boo hoo: I broke down last night at gym ... I just feel like I get worse every day, not better. I don't understand why I'm not getting better - I'm working my ass off. Harder than anyone, as far as I can tell, and I don't see any improvement at all. I just don't get it. Gah, I'm such a wimp. Then I woke up at 8; went in to scool during third period ... had three tests in a row. Make up English fourth period, eat a sandwich inbetween fourth and fifth, take an accounting final fifth, then take a latin test sixth. Needless to say I was already wiped out. Then I walked home feeling like I was going to fall over. Took a nap. Found out I didn't have to go to gym. Talked to my brother - he's the best. Went over Rudy's and watched SYTYCD, but I didn't pay much attention to him, so he got mad. He was jerk about it, but I got it - I understand it. I thought we were going to bed without saying what we usually say - that kinda scared me. But he called me back and we did. Franklyn says: "Wah." Amikra