...and my mom just left with her friend to meet the family up north for Memorial Day weekend, while I stay here and contemplate ways to get it through Asperger boys' thick skull that I think he's cute and perfect and we should date. This weekend better be damn well promising.

Today is WHISK day at school. I had to drive a student to UofR so that she could shadow a genetics physicist. I get to the front of Strong Hospital and the security guard asks me if I'm this girls mom... she's dressed like a yenta. Meanwhile, my phone is dead so I have to drive all the way back home so that I can get yelled at about my student loans. FML.