You think "I'm dying, I thought I could handle all this but apparently I can't, I haven't had proper time off in a year, every time I think I'm going to spend time on myself someone else needs it instead or I just waste it outright, why did I think volunteering to watch all three dogs so I could make a little extra money so I could blow it all on British television was a good idea?" is a good reason for them to let me retake a class because I'm probably going to get a B?

I feel kind of pathetic for caring that I'm getting a B. I vaguely recall a time when I periodically failed classes...

My Amazon order(s) arrived today and other than being able to watch Hustle on actual DVD instead of my burned episodes... it barely made a dent on me at all.

Tomorrow I probably won't go see Harry Potter, either because I end up practically dead from lack of sleep and general... generalness, or because my brother decides he doesn't want to go and unless I want to go by myself, I have to wait for him to want to go.

Eh.