So apparently I can't play Powderpuff Football 'cause I failed the fifth six weeks of Calculus. Mrs. Moffitt actually came and returned my ten dollars during B4: Calculus. I thought it was cute. Yeah... if "it was cute" means the same thing as "I was going to vomit." Right now, I feel like I could use some cocaine.

...Twenty-two more days until the nightmare ends...

Now I must go get ready for work. Three hours of work. Not bad. Five 'til eight. My head hurts. No, wait --- my essence hurts.