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Everything looks better in the morning. My mom used to tell methat when I was little. I was always a bit skeptical, but today I have become a believer. I woke up to "Only Hope" by Mandy Moore (great song), and I headed over to the caf to eat blueberry pancakes before my shift. It went by really fast, as usual, and Ashley, Jessica and I had a fun time. Gabbi came back and I saw her during work, and I got to tell her about my night last night! Then I saw Whitney too, and we decided to go drinking together to watch out for one another, which I think is such a fabulous idea. Instead of looking at things from the glass is half empty perspective of last night, I started seeing things as half full. Brian's alive, and he's going to be ok in a few months. The entire identity thing could be a lot worse I suppose, but my parents are helping me deal with that, and if worst case scenario happens, the college will probably help me out. Orchestra is getting easier, work is going more smoothly, I've learned how to do laundry, and tonight both of my roommates will be here again. This is going to be a good week. I can feel it.