8:00 a.m.--Wake up with intentions to shower. Fall back asleep.
8:48 a.m.--Showering is overrated. Haul ass to Stats.
10-11 a.m.--Talking about childbirth in Mothers & Infants makes my crotch hurt. Note: remember to call Mom to thank her for the use of her uterus and to apologize for the pain I caused.
12:25 p.m.--Tell a sweet vegetarian girl there is no meat in the More Casserole. Turns out there is. Oops.
2 p.m.--Three words: Plans autoread list.
3 p.m.--God Bless America. Class cancelled due to the weather. H-CORE nap.
6 p.m.--Decide I would trade several of my Constitutional freedoms for a Chipotle fajita steak burrito. I have no need for the right to bear arms; I do however need steak, pico, and sour cream.
7:38 p.m.--Sweet Jesus. Why does Main Second smell like fart, sweat, and Funyons?
12:01 p.m.--Microwavable Chef Boyardee beef ravioli just changed my life.
2 a.m.--Goddamn it. Another fire alarm. It's okay. I like seeing people in their pajamas. Next fire alarm: PJ fashion show.
