Last night was an odd night at work. It was quite busy, for one thing; we took about 330 calls from 19:00 to 22:00, so there was very little downtime for doing our homework. At any rate, my final call came in around 21:35, and as soon as I heard the voice on the line, I felt as though I had been punched in the gut. The voice was a slightly younger version of an old friend’s, one for whom I’ve nursed something more complicated than a crush for four years. Eerie. The guy needed help with geometry, and the call took about 20 minutes, definitely my longest call of…

The party was… entertaining. I got there around 21:00, then proceeded to bake brownies when no one wanted to make them, yet everyone wanted them. I won’t tell anyone that I accidentally dropped an itty-bitty piece of egg-shell in it. Consider it a preemptive strike against all the bitching about the 55 minute bake time. Like I wrote the fucking directions. Some folks drank a little, some folks drank a lot. A bunch of us drank not at all. Although beer was offered to everyone, no one under age drank, which I found cool. Nor did my ride, which I found hella cool, ‘cuz all the girls on my floor…

Mom, I did a horrible thing today. When I went out to buy my shirt for the business casual dinner on Monday (a nice pale blue one to go with my black pants, by the way), an F.Y.E. found me. I swear, it just walked up to me and said, “Yo, Liss. Remember that list of CDs you’ve been wanting? I got ’em.” So I went in. And bought a CD. Or two. I stopped myself at two, because the other two I wanted weren’t on sale, and we know how friggin’ expensive F.Y.E. is. So I have Seal’s latest and A Perfect Circle’s latest. And I’m lovin’ A Perfect…

It’s my very first night at work, and I just took my very first call. Go me. Without a geometry book, without the figure being used, I managed to help someone figure out some angles. I’m a happy girl. It’d be cool with me if that was the only call I took, as I’ve been sitting here for two hours, and my nose is extremely stuffed and my head hurts, and I’m tearing through someone’s Kleenex (I didn’t think it would be cool for me to bring my roll of paper towel, which is all I have), but the homework (mine) is getting done, and the panic about using telephones…

I’m sick. As I told my mother in an e-mail, I’ve got the “back-to-school-and-living-on-a-floor-with-55-girls” bug that caused me to sleep my weekend away. It’s nothing abnormal, just my usual runny nose, sneezing, very blurred vision, fatigue, dizziness, headaches and clogged ears that over-the-counter drugs don’t help much. This is nothing compared to the fact that my friend Hannah managed to either dislocate, seriously sprain, or break her ankle during a rugby scrimmage. Ouch. Friday, I was interviewed for a job at the Homework Hotline, a service where kiddos all over the state of Indiana can call in with math and science questions and get help. So I’m essentially a tutor.…