Alright, alright. You've convinced me. I do need a rebound. It isn't a crutch, it is a catharsis. Not a bandaid, but neosporin. Not umm...well, that's all I can think of.

Why is it that every time I seem to have a test in my German class I have to close the store the night before? I had a test this morning and I was nothing less than a zombie. Of course, it isn't entirely because of work. This damned diaryland site is the devil. Reading random strangers' personal thoughts, how could I resist. Of course, by the time I look at the clock, it was about three in the morning. Ouch!

Frank Black and the Catholics are playing in town tonight. I think I may go see them.

PS -- Rules are not made to be broken. They are made to be followed...no wonder I'm taking a German class. Ha ha.

PPS -- What the hell is up with all these losers password protecting their diaries? If you can't take the heat, move to a colder climate. Punks!