And I've been working like a dog. And when I come home to you, it's just the things that you do... that make me feel all right.

Ok... maybe not that last part.

Today, I got up at 9am (after staying up till 5am... long story that I'd rather not go into detail here). I end up almost running late a mandatory meeting. I arrived 1 minute before, and ran straight to the meeting. After that it was off to lunch, where I couldn't find a single thing to eat, thus I was off to Spanish where I took a test that I probably got my under-achieved goal.

I return to my usual hang out spot for a meal, then cross to visit with my organization's faculty advisers to schedule a meeting for next week. It was in this room where all my troubles started. I got a call from my newspaper asking me to cover a story. So, from 3pm-2am I was working on the Spanish homework, the story, and trying to gather info for the my organization. Blahhhhhhhhhh... on the bright side I got some really cool photos. Only one of them will be posted (I'll do that later) until I log the rest.

Now I have a story to submit in the next half hour and then another (rewritten version of the first) tomorrow.