the things we do for love

I love my sister. I love her a whole lot. But. I absolutely hate getting up at 5am to take her to work. Even when she bribes me with a breakfast sandwich from QuikTrip. Even when I go to Starbucks and they give me free coffee because it is dead and before 6 and they like me.

Because it is 10am and I am so fucking tired. But I will survive just fine, if sleepily. I have a quiz today, and it is the least-mattering quiz, ever, I think, because the lowest two quiz grades will be dropped and I have consistently gotten 20 out of 20 or 19 out of 20, so, unless I get a perfect score, it will help my grade naught. (That sentence has a lot of commas in it. Whatevs.) Not that I'm worried about my grade. I forecast an "A" in the class. I am curious to see how I did on my story, though. (Mom made me perform it, while speaking so they could understand, at Thanksgiving.)

The semester is almost over. Class today and then the Final next Tuesday.

Hey kids, I just looked at my grades online, and I got a 49.8/50 on my story!!! Fantastic!!! When I saw it I thought, immediately, "That must be a mistake," because I thought I did pretty bad on it. But. I always misunderestimate myself. You guys know that.

So. Yayzers!!!

p.s. I received two texts this morning of "Good morning, Sunshine." Heh.