The second round of exams went well, the work was manageable, and I felt like I was in a pretty good place in my social life. Sorority stuff is number 2 right now because the associate period is coming to an end, and there are things I need to finishlike making our class t-shirt and ordering gifts and other stuff that I can’t push off because there’s nowhere to push them.
So far all I’ve got is lobbying to turn Monday into the third day of the weekend.
I hate it more than I hate wet doorknobs or when people sneeze more than twice in a row, which I hate a lot. And then I get mad that he’s mad at me, even though he’s completely justified and I’m just mad for the sake of being mad.
But when Ash says, “Don’t worry about it,” of course I have to worry about it, and on top of that I’m annoyed that he said, “Don’t worry about it.” Ash was mad. I can’t do anything about how awful of a girlfriend I’ve been in the past, but from this point on, I’m going to try to do better.
Moreover, raising your children on your own demands most of your energy, time and determination.
Hence, it’s quite obvious that you may hardly get time to make contact with many people apart from your immediate family and your colleagues.