Whatever, I Don't Care

I feel guilty because I was the worst student in the world this week. I turned a paper in late and skipped a lot of classes and I feel like a failure. I may sound like a nerd, but I always get my papers in. I may do them the night before, or the morning of, but I ALWAYS turn them in on time. I am also slacking off a lot and spending too much time at Denny's or Maggie Miley's eating fish and chips. "What is going on?" you ask, and I must reply, "I do not know."

Some exciting news:
- I have Saturday off, and it is the first Saturday I've had off since summer, unless I specifically requested it. I am so excited. I am going to go home and watch TV . . . and eat a lot. I can hardly wait!

More exciting news:
- Beth drew me a picture of a skeleton and it is beautiful and I am going to get it framed. I love skeletons, especially dancing ones.

Well, I need to drive home and take a shower. I'm going to drive like a mad fiend. I do not know what has gotten into me, but I have taken a liking to the words "mad fiend". Also, and I don't know why, but I have taken to calling my manager "Mordecai." That is not his name. Anyway, I'm off.