This morning I smashed my left index finger in a chair.
It hurts and it's all swollen and angry.
I also killed a spider. Now my room smells like Raid and my Betta fish is probably working on growing a third head.

I don't want to go to work, apparently I'm too lazy to want to sit in an office and call teenagers and lure them into the lesbo-trap that is Mills.

My Women's Health Issues Prof said "I see you're wearing your green!" to me today. She's been a long distance runner for the past 30 years and has incredible bone density thanks to all of that weight bearing exercise. She loves old women.

I tracked down the phone number that I lost yesterday, I found it in a pile of rubbish down at the student center, laying on the concrete waiting for me. I spoke on the phone in the library, found out work was canceled thanks to the Catholics, and then battled with the copy machine. 35 cents for two sheets of paper.

The girl I got the homework from, who was obscenely busy thanks to the six hundred papers she had due today, didn't show up to class. We had to make the circle closer. I got called out for being an ageist. It could have been worse.