It's just not my day. Late for work because I got halfway here before realizing I left my flat iron plugged in. Didn't really feel like risking returning home to the charred remains of everything I own, so I turned aroud to take care of that. Decided, I've been really good, I'll stop at my favoritre coffee shop in Altoona, take a little longer way to work, stop and get a large Mexican Mocha, double shot. Which I spill down my new purple sweater when I decide to get an egg from the kiosk in the skywalk outside Wells.

All before ten. I can't focus. It's Friday. I'm having trouble getting my COBOL program written and it's due Tueday. I will only have four hours in the computer lab Saturday morning and that's if I get there at eight in the morning. I also have an exam Tuesday night and I'm really not ready. I'll be studying for that Sunday morning and Monday night. I'm stressing. I need to mail Steven a money order so he has money on his books. I shouldn't have to worry about this, but Heather is a flake. I'm worried about Devin. Steven definantely isn't getting out before Decemebr. They decided on a 90 day shock for his probabtion violation. It looks like he's getting 10-15 YEARS for the other stuff. We won't know until the 19th. And when I ask Heather to try and schedule the visit for my day off and they are booked, instead of calling to see what other days I'm available, she just books it for Tuesday at 9pm. Yeah, I've only had class Tuesday nights for over two months now. And that's just this semester.

I don't know if I can do this again.

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