T-minus 12 hours

Well, it turns out that I won’t be forgetting to attend my 8:30 final tomorrow morning, but I did forget to study for it; and here I am now, less than twelve hours away from the moment of judgment, still not studying. Sigh. If only there were something I could do about this problem…

It’s been a good night, though, and tomorrow promises even more delights. We just had a gift exchange at Marta’s house between her, Laurel, Bryan and me, and everyone seemed pleased with their acquisitions. Laurel got me a knit cap which is neither green nor gray and which I plan to wear all the time; Bryan got me, and everyone, candy and seasoning salt; Laurel and Marta got Bryan oil pastels (we all got him another present, but Marta and I forgot to retrieve it from my closet); Marta and I got Laurel a betta with all the trimmings, which we presented to her already in its pre-furnished bowl. Buying this last late yesterday afternoon was far, far too difficult given the simplicity of the task. I suggested going to PetCo, but Marta played the indie card on me and suggested a small, independent pet shop on Roosevelt. Marta found the fish there lacking, for reasons she understands best, so we hit up another aquarium-type store a little further down the street, again with no dice. Guess where we ended up actually purchasing said fish (it rhymes with “get blow”).

My month of sobriety ended at the stroke of midnight last night, but I still haven’t celebrated. I was going to do so today, as I’ve loudly intimated to everyone around me, but I had a change of heart and decided to study and rest up for my final instead; and just look how that turned out.