Either my life has gotten drastically boring or I've just been really bored with life. Probably both.

I got up today, and worked on my essay.

After going to improv at 10, where I feel I'm actually learning how to solo, I went back to my room and worked on my essay.

I had a quick lunch then went back to my room and worked on my essay.

By the time class came around, it was too late to work on my essay anymore, so I printed it out. I am completely ashamed of the finished work. I can't believe I actually turned it in. It makes me feel barfy. But I feel so good I actually got it done. Granted, I'm now exhasted from going to sleep at 2, but it's over. I no longer have to think of that dreaded poem again. Except for the fact that C. Kiefer told me I could write an actual essay on it for my final essay. I will have to give it some thought. Barf.

In English, we had a great time. We read the parable of the prodigal son then a version by Garrison Keillor. Good stuff. I yearn for sleep.

Afterwards, I went back to my room to work on the math homework. Dinner and checking the answers later, I went to discussion and turned it in.

After that, there was a social committee meeting for our floor, which I went to because it was going to be funny. It was definitely funny. Funny funny funny. I need to go to bed.