It's been cloudy for days, which wreaks havoc on my head. My medicine is wavering, which wreaks havoc on my class attendance. On Tuesday I was slammed for being 'too vague and poetic' in a writing workshop, which wreaked havoc on my self esteem. And all the stress from hating school and working four nights a week has wreaked havoc on my immune system, resulting in an unidentifiable illness complete with fever, headaches, and sore throat. Yum.

I'm making a poetic mix cd to ease my spirits. Tonight I'm going to the Yard House to drink yards of beer and get monumentally drunk. I have good coping habits.