I awake at four in the morning to my roommate on the phone with Nony-mouse. How... strange? They talk about panderers, philanderers, and other dastardly sluts, while I smile inwardly and bite my tongue. A pained smile. Life is sooooo ironic. Why have I been so off lately, making so many missteps? My weeks have no flow. Sunday to Friday, Friday night, Saturday, repeat. Work to kill, drink to die, recover, repeat. Remember the days when all the days were the same? Sleep, some work, a portion of party (with the portion ever-growing; I'm a glutton!) I did not have such a mantra as "Friday will make it worth it. Sleeping Saturday will make it better." I am not saying that I miss the old system, but I guess this one just takes some getting used to. My roommate is still on the phone with Nony, and I am still biting my tongue. I am learning, I am growing, triumphing, engaging, receiving, loving, and getting through school, and it all starts with small things. This.