Well, I pulled that all-nighter. And now I'm feeling the effects. I just got off a six-hour shift at work that killed my soul. Especially near the end when we got super busy and there was this really rude chick.

I'm the kind of tired where I want to walk barefoot on carpet and try to burrow my toes in the fibers because it feels really really good. I'm the kind of tired where my joints are like cushions because they've been overworked without rest and they can't stand up to the pressure anymore. I just want to sink into the background of wherever I am and sleep.

I brought a cheap cappuccino into my comm 200 class. Even though the sign on the door says "no food or drinks in this room." Plus I have horrible luck with drinks in this room. The last time I brought a drink—a vanilla Coke—to this class, I ended up having it explode all over myself. It was awkward and it soaked through. I had to leave, and I missed the pop quiz.

I'm going home today. I packed five outfits before I came to this class. I thought it'd be difficult to pick them out because I'm way too into the clothes I wear to make any sort of progress with packing. But I did it. I overdid it, but I still did it. I can't wait to wear them all.

Don't let me forget my cologne and extra contacts and my comm 200 book. I feel like I'm going to forget. I sent myself a text message to remind myself, but I don't think I'm likely to go back through my text inbox before I leave. I wish I had Post-it notes.

We're learning about the "Cultural Indications Approach" today in comm 200. It has something to do with media, and that's about all I can tell from the first slide of the PowerPoint. I hate this class. All these theories are useless and impractical and the people in this class need to not ask stupid questions or try to apply these theories to their lives or share stories that have nothing to do with anything. This class makes me bitter. Almost as bitter as I get when people get on the elevator on floor three. Or two. God help them if they get on at floor two.

I'm having a serious fear that the lid of my cheap cappuccino is going to fall off when I'm trying to sip it and it's going to spill all over me and I'm going to yelp or something and I'm going to have to leave. Plus this is a brand new shirt. Maybe I'll just not try to drink it. Or maybe I'll take the lid off.

I decided to just hold the lid tightly when I drink it. Sure, it looks a bit strange to the people around me, but I'm tired and I love how I don't care right now.

"Commercial TV carries a common underlying message despite variations in genre." That's what's on the slide right now. And under it, it says that "owners want to make money" and that the "way to make $ is to appeal to mass audience." I don't know what any of that means, but I'm pretty sure I know exactly what it means. But only in a way that actually makes sense. Now he's telling us that we need to choose the least expensive content because that's how we maximize profit. What's even worse is that people are frantically writing all this down. Ugh.

I really should be going over my comm 634 assignment. I need to turn it in after this class, and I'm still afraid to look at it. I know it's bad—not terrible, but still bad. I need to proof it, but I can't bear to open up the Word document. I just know I'm going to want to change everything and I don't have the time. Or the energy. Or the mood, thanks to comm 200.