Off Day

I woke up to find myself in school, being tapped and called out to by dear Drew and Marty, the fairly awkward but ever so kind band couple, in my empty financial lit. I wasn't dreaming, my tongue hurt from my having bitten on it for up to an hour, and I felt so alone.

Bradan asked for my input for Homecoming, and the conversation wound from my hypothetical death to his Spanish failures to my anemic and downright depressing dating life. He apologized, as if he felt bad for never asking me to anything and causing for no one to ever like me ever.

Fundraising with Sabrina. I'm falling asleep. Spent the rest of the event doing chores, and then doing Latin ad English homework.

Good night.