Not Psychic, Just Crazy

So yesterday I discovered that I'm not psychic. I'm just crazy. What a relief. Who wants to be psychic anyway? That's a lot of pressure. Today I'm going to make an attempt to get cracking on this story I have to turn in on Wednesday. It doesn't have to be finished, so I'm having to apply pressure to myself, which is not something I'm very good at. I'm trying, though. It's cloudy (again), so at least I'm not being tempted by the beach. I have to work tonight, so hopefully that will go well. I'm hoping for some dinero to come my way, since I've got debts to pay and want to keep my knees intact. Oddly enough, I'm kind of looking forward to working, since there's not much else to do on a Monday night and money is good.

I'm going to visit the fam in two weeks. I have a feeling that things are not good between my mom and big sister. Not that anyone has said anything, but I just get that feeling since my mom seems overly concerned about not pissing big sister off. Weird. I think big sister just needs to get off her high horse and let bygones be bygones. Just a thought. I have two days of class left. I can't wait for them to be over. It's going to be so sweet. I'm sitting here smiling just thinking about it.