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i will write this hastily. i have class in 30 minutes, with Prof. BeadyEyes. i was going to ditch class today but my ego demands that i go and see how the midterm exam went. i want to see if i truly have "it" - you know, the "it" that lets you get good grades by being terribly, woefully irresponsible. "it" is a good, good thing.

guess what? i'm entering the most-hated world of cognitive behavioural therapy. apparently, my little habit of "disciplining" myself out of states of panic is NOT a good thing. go figure.

i'm supposed to be heading off to the homeland this week to do some research, but i don't think it will happen. i will have to force old biddies to tell me about their drunken fathers another time.

(don't you want my life?)

xena needs xex.