It's been quite a day.

Nothing really happened, but it was still quite a day. The morning was bad. My Spanish test was... not good. Not terrible, but not good. I attempted to eat pizza. I emailed Curtis pictures of me with my cat. Shakespeare was fine... a little tedious. I got an A- on my paper, which I suppose was what it deserved... it's just that I'm used to getting A-minuses for papers that deserve Bs, so when I write a paper that deserves an A-, I expect an A. Silly grade stuff. I went to work. Work was long and I was so tired. I am very glad to be home and alone for once. The boys are having band practice in the basement. I have a little bit of time to myself, and I'm going to use it. I can sleep in tomorrow morning... classes are done. All I really have to do tomorrow is Shakespeare reading and write a 3-page paper for lit survey. Nothing big. I can spend the whole day doing things on my own time, just as if it were a weekend. Well... until the music meeting at 8 p.m., but that shouldn't be too bad.

I'm resolved. No more drinking until I can do it with Curtis. Mike says he will buy me alcohol to take out there when I go. Whatever I want. I shall send him to the liquor store with a carefully-written request so he gets the right stuff. I'm always really nervous about sending people to the liquor store for me because there's so much disgusting alcohol out there, and if they end up with the wrong thing it could be undrinkable.

I can't really think straight anymore, so I'm going to go zone out. Weird that classes are over. I can't imagine what it will feel like next year.