I have a weird feeling in my tummy. I had another pregnant dream last night. Last night I went to see Ann Coulter and felt myself retreating. Hadn't heard somebody so hateful in a long time. I'm going to run today. Maybe I'll run to Jimmy Johns to get somebody to take over my stupid weekend shifts. I LOVE my religion class. I think I'm gonna be a religion minor. I need to finish registration. Wow. I need to pay my parking ticket. The end of the semester gets so ugly... I have to write about a reproductive experience for my stupid reproduction class. Um, Hi... Professor Marsiglio? I'm a virgin. Help me out. There's too much going on, yet somehow... not nearly enough. Whenever I plan my day, it seems like there's so much time, and I get so ambitious. But as the day wears on, I realize that it's time to take a nap, or go hang out at 5.205. Then it's all over.
It's time to take a nap.