Monday

I'm way behind on my work. Naturally.

But I feel oddly in control. Isn't that strange? I have a paper due Wednesday. I gurantee you that tomorrow I'll be filled with unadulterated awe for the world. I'm happiest when I'm totally stressed out, ironically.

I had my first sex group today. I think it went pretty well. At the very least I wasn't a total flake. I managed, somehow, to say all the shit I had to say and not look like a total dimwit. I think I planned just about the right amount of shit. And I've got a good group. So, yay!

I think Holly is under her bed again. Or else she's at class, but that's so unlikely.