10 January 00
Tomorrow is the first day of classes. Again. Something like the twentieth time I can say that. I am looking forward to most of my classes, so that is a big improvement over the zero classes I cared for last semester. Life hasn’t really been improving all that much, but I suppose at least I have more hope than usual that things may turn out better, or happy if I’m lucky. Tomorrow, if I find the bloodmobile, I’ll be going for my ninth session of what I like to call ‘rapid weight loss.’ Yes, you heard me. Nine. I am a galloneer and I want to be a 1.125 galloneer. Some people collect stamps. I collect free t-shirts and little scars on the inside of my left elbow.