If I'd Only Slept Till Monday
Sunday bloody Sunday. I woke after very little, restless sleep (following my upsetting fight with my best friend) to get washed up and go with Steve to Caitlin's church. As anyone in Florida knows, it was pouring all morning, so we ended up pretty cold and wet on our way. But the sermon was excellent and surprisingly relevant and uplifting. I plan to go as often as I can, which is odd, cause I've never actually wanted to go to church before. Maybe everyone really can benefit from a little bit of God in their lives. Anyway, Caitlin, Steve, and Caitlin's two guy friends went to Panera for lunch. On the way, I dropped off the rental that led to all the strife between Vlad and I. It turned out they hadn't charged him yet. I found that kind of amusing. But Panera...yeah, it was a madhouse. Absolute chaos. We couldn't find a table, my manager looked like he wanted to cry, and he scheduled me for Tuesday. I'm nervous. Lunch was good, then I went home, dropping Steve off on the way. I spent a great deal of the rest of the day trying to debug my terminally ill computer, napping, receiving angry calls from my parents about finances, then discovering about two hours ago I have a HUGE test in American Government in...nine hours. I got some food at Walmart to last me till my first paycheck, but I couldn't write a check, so charged more to my mom, who will just be thrilled. Wake me up when it's summer.