Apr 3
one less thing to freak out about
I just checked my grades for my classes… and I got a 25 out of 25 on the paper that I was freaking out about and stressing over.
So that’s good. That’s really good. I am greatly relieved.
I have class tomorrow night, but it’s also my birthday dinner with family, so I don’t know what I’m going to do. I can miss the class chat, but I don’t want to. Maybe I’ll attend for the first hour and then cut out after 7:00 for dinner, or vice versa.
I have a chapter to read for class tomorrow in any event, so that’s what I’ll set about doing now since it’s 10:00. It’s raining and will continue to rain tomorrow, so I should sleep fairly well.
However, it’s a pretty weird phenomenon I have going with my birthday. Every year, I wake up around 2 a.m. on the morning of my birthday, sit awake for a bit, and then fall back asleep. I told this to my mother several years ago, and she told me that she went into labor with me at 2 in the morning. I was born at 9:38 in the morning. So, I’m either just internalizing the fact and waking up because my internal clock knows that it’s 2 a.m. and wants to be funny, or I am actually experiencing some strange sympathetic labor sensation - sans pain.
Whatever. Either way, it’s fine. I sleep restlessly anyway. I just have to decide what the heck I’m wearing tomorrow with the rain and all. Pants and a shirt, maybe heels. I wanted to wear a skirt, but if it’s going to be as cold and rainy and windy as it was today, then the answer is NO.
My iPod and cell phone both need charging.
Today was my brother’s girlfriend’s birthday and if she liked birthdays, I’d use this space to wish her a happy B-day, since it’s just cool that we’re on consecutive days and stuff, but since she hates birthdays, I won’t say “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!”
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