Sans eyes, sans teeth, sans café!

Not even nine A.M. and i've not got a drop of coffee in me.

Though I have 30 minutes of git-tar practicing on that looovely picnic bench outside my office. Trying to learn "The Spanish Ballad". I'm getting there. It's so simple, but even the simplest of songs take a while to learn.

I've had two classes of Hemingway. Berman is warming up to me again, I hope. I think he is still pissed. Being as I have to spend two hours with him every day, I sure hope his passive agressivity...passes. I understand he's ticked about having to fail me last summer. But here I am, trying to set things right. I need good vibes from him to make it work.

Lot's of reading to do every night. Lots of work to do every day. Lord, I just want to graduate.

I have a ton of laundry to do. Work is slow, and i've just asked my boss for an hour upgrade to 30 hours a week, or a downgrade to 15 so I can get a second job and pay rent.

Cause right now I can't even afford a cup of coffee, gorsh-damnit.