I’m dying. Really. I mean… life right now is a really good life, but there are a lot of really shitty parts of it. I hate my classes. I keep telling myself that i’m going to drop one or two but i still have 19 credits. Classes are the main problem… without them i’d have enough time to deal with everything else so that it was all good. I need to go to physical therapy for my collarbone, but i don’t have any time for it. I have play rehearsal every night this week; i think i need to miss one of my co-op interviews. If i miss it, i might get into trouble. I interviewed last week for the only job i want… let’s all pray they pick me. Anyhow… despite all my bitching, life is good. Life is good. Good.