as much as i would like to blame my poor cell biology performance this afternoon on sickness, it’s partly my fault too–i could have seen a dean, or worked harder, or gone to class more, or taken notes. ah, whatever. at least the test gets dropped.
my mother used to get really mad at me for all my excuses. so no excuses this time. tomorrow, no excuse will do at all. especially when it counts for so much.
i grow weary, but i’m almost there. it’s all about living with the consequences of your actions.
food is all we need.