Not Too Bad

School went well today. I spaced out during my 9:30 and Beth and I wreaked havoc in our Fiction class. We were allowed to behave so foolishly:
1) Because Val loves us (as we are her only interns)
2) It actually was an entertaining dialogue and it did have a point, even if it was so delicately subtle as to be near unintelligible

I am so hungry that I do not want to take the five steps to the kitchen to look for food. It is all because of that cursed (and I pronounced it in my head curs-ed) journal which I hate with all my being.

Also, I feel worthless because I am broke and at the same time I resolve to stop worrying about material things. What a delightful contradiction, which will, in all liklihood, result in my incarceration in a mental institution!

On another note Jenn is a gem because she just killed a spider for me. Leslie on the other hand was "not able to get up" and she said "don't worry, if it gets on the carpet before Jenn gets down here, I'll kill it". She is secretly plotting my death. I can see it in her eyes. Sometimes when she thinks I am sleeping she stands over my bed and glares down at me. Oh, wait . . . that's Callie. Leslie just thinks I'm stupid.