Of course, now I only have three hours to shower, pack my car, finish my essay, and get something to eat before class, all while continuing to procrastinate like the hounds of
My brother (who passed his driving test this week. Jesus) wants us to go to the high school's play tonight. Mainly because his girlfriend is in it, I think. And he knows people in the band who are playing at intermission. Eh. *shrugs* It in no way could be worse than the football game we went to a couple of weeks ago. At least not in any way that bears thinking about.
8 days til nanowrimo.