You know it's going to be a great day when you wake up and the first words out of your mouth are "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" because you just slept through your music class, which you haven't missed once this semester. Oh, well, it's not like I was anywhere near being in the running for perfect attendance, what with all the missed Hum lectures, conferences, Bio lectures, Logic lectures... Oh, and there's no freakin' dust pan in my dorm. They don't even seem to have one over on the other side. The one day I finally get off my as to sweep my damn floor that's so dirty that the five-second rule doesn't even apply, and there's no dustpan with which to dispose of all the disgustingness. But at least it's a sunny day and I have money to put in the bank, finally. No paycheck yet, though. So maybe my next one will be twice as big. But if Gilbert screws things up again, I'm going to have to kick some ass.