I hate Mondays
Sitting in Carper's class...annoyed...last ten minutes. My head hurts, but I don't get to go home, I have a 3 hour stat review, dammit, dammit...so hungry. We were supposed to have a dress rehearsal last block but we ended up with an audience, I knew my lines but that did us no good since no one else did and they all fucked it up pretty bad. People were there that I definately didn't want to see...Jeff right in the front row. Ahhh...he was nice about it though, said I did good, we watched the one-act after mine together and talked for the first time in forever. I'm happy, we've been friends too damn long to graduate not talking. It's kind of ironic, a week before our last day we are talking again but we've more or less avoided eachother the last 3 years. Oh, well. The bell's about to ring...