Dear Assembly and Organization:
I didn't do you today.
Dear International Relations:
I didn't do you today.
Dear Introduction to Professions:
I didn't do you today.
Dear Multivariable Calculus:
I didn't do you today.
Dear Accelerated Introduction to Computer Science:
I did you, admittedly, but only begrudgingly and after a fair amount of beratement. I like you, I really do, but sometimes, I jsut don't get you.

Today, when I left, I left my music on. I didn't mean to, it was a product of my chronic exhaustion. I was made to feel awful about my project design in 201, and came back here to rev it all out before I left for a concert. This is a huge grade, and I didn't realize it was due today until Wednesday - not neglect, just my mind being elsewhere. I worked on it Wednesday, and when I brought it in I found out that I done fucked up. True shit; I had ignored everything we did all week. Vida even suggested I take a nap before finishing the assignment, but I just didn't have the time. I was frantically working on it for two hours.

Four thirty comes by and Karl tells me that we're meeting at the train station at five. I tell him it's a no-go, and the show starts at eight anyhow. He says because one of the broads is getting there at 5:30, he's leaving at 5:30 with or without me, and buying a ticket if he wants to. I'm none too happy about the idea of being $12.50 in the hole because I got boned on homework. I work even more furiously, not to get there in time - the thought crosses my mind to relax my pace so I can leave at six - but just out of intense frustration from all sides.

I don't know how I did on that assignment.

The concert was great, thanks for asking. I took 147 photos of Murder by Death. This is also an issue, though not in the way you'd think.
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