FINE

There is really nothing poetic in me tonight. I tired, stressed out, a bit nurotic, and a tad bit hungry. As much as I love school, why does it beat me up? It should love me back-right? I got my first "d" ever yesterday. I wish it were really a "b" - but no, definatley a "d" as in "dumb". shoot. maybe i'm not cut out to be a proffessor. Or maybe all the good proffessors got a "d" in April when they were in grad school. Duke - if you're reading this just cover your eyes. it can be our little secret....

goodnight