Aaaaaaaaaah I am sooo stressed out.  I just took a look at my bank balance and I had sooo much money 4 weeks ago.  Not EVEN four weeks ago ...and it's just all gone.  I HATE New York City sometimes.  Tomorrow I have a deposit to make, but it's still not the same.  I know I have to buy things like food and the 76.00 metrocard, but COMEON.  I don't buy clothes or music or magazines, and I'm still like scraping the bottom of the barrel.

I have nooooooooooooo time to go out.  I do work all night when I get home from classes, and then I do work Saturday AND Sunday, and I'm still here, 9am on Sunday, with hundreds of pages of reading.  Why do all professors assume that theirs is THE ONLY class I have work for?  What is that?  Get a clue - I have to take eighteen credits.  Other kids only need 16.  2 credits is actually a whole extra class.  More and more, I want to drop Guilt, Desire, and the Law...but I know I can't.  That's now how I roll.  I have NEVER dropped a class, I won't do it now.  However, more and more, I am debating NOT taking a grad class in spring, and having a much easier spring semester.  And it won't really be much easier, because of Inquiries, but no English classes is going to be EPIC!!!!

Sean's coming back.  I am soooooo excited Sean's coming back.  I have DREAMED of Sean coming back.

But I won't get to watch, so what difference does it make?

I think it's time to make a massive list of what's due, cry, and hit campus and pretend that will help me get it done faster.  Gravy.