Analytically Impaired (Oh that was cleaver....)
Being pretty certain that one of my professors did not know what she was saying when she made an arrangement with me for my grade, after doing all the work, and calls about my ever pertinant debt that isn't really real, a screaming match, a bad audition that left me convinced I've learned nothing in this past year, a developing chest pain that doesn't allow me to run all my frustration away, and a semi-sort-of-kind-of but really he IS my ex boyfriend is coming back tomorrow night and I get to show him that I care by making a grand gesture of a journey that I agreed to before I realized he has me in the palm of his hand. I have come to the following conclusions: I currently hate the city of New York, I lost my appeal to men and cannot find it, and that I really need to find something to do with my summer so that I don't feel like I'm moving backwards. I'm glad to be going home for the weekend, but furious that it happens to put others in contention for making my heart hurt so much more.