in the morning, having woken with a sheath* of papers under my face and still 180 lines to go, i recall last night was a complete disappointment, and that i have to go to the barker centre in thirty minutes to hear teskey, and then into boston to buy tickets for la sylphide because the boston ballet is having a buy-one-get-one-free ticket offer if you go in person, and odile and i want to go this friday. so i'm drinking the last of my oolong (shall i write home for more, or shall i wait to see if i get chucked out of school and sent home in disgrace?) and eating a leftover sandwich i took out from sweetea last night and wondering how much old english i can get read on the train. well, off i go then, toot sweet.

*offending item (see feb 28-5.)