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I can't sleep. Maybe my insomnia has something to do with my gigantic final tomorrow night. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I am sunburnt to high heaven, all over, except for where I put SPF 30 on my tattoos. Around my tattoos my skin is glaringly white against my new sunburnt skin. I am goofy-looking and I don't study hard enough. I am going to blow this final. I just know it!

I got to drive around Rice today and get my fill of big trees. I have to see big trees once in a while, or I'm just completely lost.

This evening I was in a real funk, all blue about my ex. I guess I'm not really blue about him, there's not much to miss there, but all the things he did to me just don't make sense. Sometimes I wonder if I am awful enough to deserve that kind of treatment. That's what makes me sad-thinking of reasons why I may in fact have deserved what happened. Then my nice friends call me up (thank you, James), chat with me (thank you, Dave) or answer the phone (thank you, Daniel) and distract me. They make me laugh and forget for a while, and I don't have to feel so awfully low. Thank goodness for nice people.

On the upside, I got my old job back for the holiday! I'll get to see all my favorite, and least favorite clients, and play with a bunch of animals. It'll be like a break for me, I enjoy it so much. I'll get to fuck around with all my clinic friends, too, which is always a blast. So many late nights at Taco Mac. Yay!

Anyone who wants homemade cookies needs to let me know. I'll send them almost anywhere, as long as you are good.

Have a lovely day, night, whatever, sweet people.

Daniel: Thanks for cracking me up! I needed it.