There isn't actually a whole lot to say. I spent the day running errands and proofing my bibliography. Instead of a final class for that we had a little party at the professor's house. I made chili and gingerbread. I also locked my keys in the car, with the engine still running even, and had to get a classmate to run me home to fetch Brian's keys.

The party was fun. I talked to Kevin. He's a fantasy writer and the two of us are going to try and get a writers' group together next semester. You know, a group to read and critique work and make sure everyone is submitting. It will be good to have that sort of moral support, and it will help me, at least, with revising. I'm not very good at being objective about my work.

I am going to have to try to get a doctor's note to withdraw from another class. I've just missed too much and been too out of it to really focus. My concentration has been awful lately. It doesn't help that I think I may be anemic again. Sigh...

Anyway, I was going to try to get some more writing done today, but I didn't sleep well last night and I am really beat. I think I'm just going to crawl in bed and start fresh tomorrow.

Sweet dreams, all!