I ran into Nat at Target last night. He's the way he always is, which isn't a bad thing. What is bad is that he still doesn't get that what he sees, he's obligated to deal with and people -will- get upset if he doesn't. I learned that the hard way because half my friends in high school were in that situation at one point or another.

Talked with Ness today. Ness is awesome.

Speeches can die. I spent an hour writing up the outline and winged it because there was no point in trying to write it with a fever of 102. And somehow managed to stay within the time range... I honestly thought I was going to get two or three minutes out of that. Not five.

And somehow my fever babble on the Sociology exam got me a B. Then again I suspect a lot of that was pity and pet points. I know that I wouldn't have given that a B. Give me a grade that helps toward my 3.0 and I'll be happy with it even if I know it's pet points that made it what it was. I don't know how I'm getting pet points though.

Would someone please explain to me how I became this guy's pet?

I still need to call in that prescription and about five other things. Like getting me some not-expired Bronkaid to deal with what's left of this bug. Mom thought they had banned it and I told her that was the one where they tried and a judge told them no. Wish they did that with the old inhalers too... puh-leese. People -breathing- add more to global warming than those inhalers.

Crap, I just realized I left two bras at the house. And that towel I keep forgetting to bring over. Those towels are going to be like spun gold when I get to Japan. Them and my bras because if they break the biggest I'll be able to round up on short notice will be B's. I talked to the department head and all he really told me was to talk more to the study abroad people... blunt object please... oh wait, I'm a cymbalist. I got this covered.