school stuff on a sunday.

I have so much shit that I have to do... I have a midterm for my treatment class on Tuesday, so I must stuff my brain full of details on behavioral therapy, CBT, psychopharmacology, SSRIs vs. TCAs vs. MAOIs, etc. Also I have to make up a sign language story to present for two minutes with the new vocab that I haven't really learned yet because I was in the hospital with Joe on the day that our class learned it. And there is a Pat C. Hoy writing assignment. I also am going to a concert tonight and work tomorrow. And coffee with Jake-who-likes-it-when-prettygirls-call-him-cowboy.

I saw an old friend last night whom I hadn't seen in like two years. We went for a few drinks at Park Bar, ran into this girl from my writing class of whom I am not the biggest fan, and Jake-the-blahblah's ex girlfriend, whom I had never met before, though apparently we both knew who the other was and felt it necessary to inform him of this chance encounter.

I am considering using Bridget Jones's Diary for my next writing class paper simply because I really really want to read it. And for me to write about anything, I will need to re-read each one... of five. I am considering the possible ramifications for using Gabriel Garcia Marquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude and Bridget Jones's Diary in the same essay.

If anyone can do it successfully, oh little Castner, it is you.