Saturday, October 23, 2004
I slept with a boy last night.
I called in "sick" to AfterThoughts. My shift runs from 5:30-9:30 p.m., but I see no point in going. I need to gather myself to quit on the next shift, which will be an awkward situation.
I might end up getting shang-haied into attending the football game with Kevin, Polo, and Rachel (Polo's girlfriend). Rebekah invited me to "party" with her afterward, also.
This week involved much social interaction. It hurts my lonely little head.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 12:48 PM]