Better
Things are slowly getting ticked off my list of stressers. Managed to get every class I wanted for this quarter, including the retarded biology-for-the-humanities class. Bought some books, including (and this is for class) Art Spiegelman's 9/11 comic book. Worked out some BA advisor shit; now I must throw some shit together to impress Jan Goldstein by next Friday. Finally, I ripped up my credit card. It felt good.