practicality

I was actually in a pretty good mood coming home from work, after getting all my work on Twelfth Night done earlier and laying the metaphorical smackdown on this old man who insisted we were open until 10:30, when in fact the pool closes, and has always closed, no later than 9:30.

But oh, one little sentance on my friendslist and my heart is back to that lovely, lovely sinking feeling I've managed to finally avoid for a couple weeks. I'm on top of my school work, now I just need to get on top of the rest of my life...

Also, Calculus continues to bite.