I hate Mondays. A rather stressful day. I wake up feeling sick so I sleep in until 10:55. Barely make it to 11:20 class on time. Listen to Lynn explain Pascal and its features and get bitten in the ass by a quiz. Lunch with John at the Reef; Little Charlie's Pizza doesn't go down so well since my stomach is buzzing with nervousness. Stress is affecting me. Return to my room and discover: Hey, that assignment isn't due until next week, what the hell are you worried about? Stress level drops to near zero. Arrive home to a series of strange messages from Katie -- she heard rumors that I had a very intoxicated weekend. I am confused -- didn't you stop being my babysitter when you broke up with me? Relax before HPC at 2:40. Another quiz followed by another lecture. Sorry Mike, no time to discuss work, gotta get some homework done. Finish up my Shakespeare assignment and email it in. John arrives at 4:30 to finish our paper for theology; done by 5:00. Chat with Katie a bit. She has a "secret" informant that says I did not spend one moment sober this past weekend -- a great exaggeration. The informant is probably an unwitting Jeff. I try to convince her I was under control, to no avail. She won't talk to me on the phone either. Attempt to print out assignment for theology -- (!toner && !paper) != print. I'll just print it out during the break. Swing by Sexton at 6:00 for a quick sandwich and fries; meet Paul there; his tongue stud is no longer treating him like a bitch and he is able to eat grilled cheese sandwiches. Run into John on the way to theology, and we take our seats in the front row. Class is so boring I won't even describe it. No, Wilfred, half the class saw this video two years ago in symposium... Class is over a half hour early. Return home, vegetate in front of the web. Chat with Mary Ann about my chat with Katie. Read a bit of Much Ado About Nothing. Mike calls; he is concerned about my progress. I was wondering when he was going to say something. I apologize and resolve to work more consistently. Mary Ann calls (!) and tells me of new developments with Mateo -- they are now just friends and they are both happy about it. At least someone is happy. For a fleeting moment I imagine a relationship with her and then dismiss it. I chat with Becky, who is using Katie's computer. Are they drinking? Unsure. Katie leaves without an explanation. Why do you avoid me so much? What are you afraid to tell me? Aren't we supposed to be friends still?