so somehow my life has spiraled into some bizarre "When Harry Met Sally" type of thing where I am convinced that billy crystal had it right when he said men and women can never be friends. I have confirmation from Liz that this is true, and that said, it's a shame. So I'm sitting here in bed listening to rufus wainwright, disgustingly full from going to Margaritas and then baskin robbins for pumpkin ice cream, the most amazing thing in the world. I actually managed to get out of bed in time for italian today, and was feeling rather proud of myself until I looked at my phone as I was getting off the bus and realized that I was an hour early to class. god I scare myself sometimes. So I have homework to do, which basically means I'm going to mope around the house for a while until I'm too tired to actually do anything, then promise myself I'll do it in the morning, which, of course, I won't. I have, however, only missed 2 classes this week, don't laugh, this is quite an accomplishment. Ran into B. at the library and it appears that mr. coke-head party animal of the summer has now turned into an obsessive-compulsive studier and that's kind of scary. Especially coming from someone pronounces library "libary". Just kind of want to crawl under the covers and not come out for a while...I'm tired....