This week is going by far too slowly for comfort. I expected it to go by fairly quickly, because of the trip, but I think all the crap I have to do by Friday night is making it borderline miserable. I just want to get on the damn plane already.

My ability to bring up my F to a C in my second class might be impossible. It all depends on how many points I can get for all my late assignments. He's a pretty tough grader, and I haven't gotten an A on anything I've done for it. But that might be my fault. I'm not very good with analysis and the significance of events. Which means I'm probably getting the wrong degree.

I just don't care anymore. That's the bigger problem.

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