Had a good time at Matt's on St. Patrick's, but as always the weirdos followed me home. I got three calls before noon the next morning, and I only gave my number to one guy who said he'd make me a t-shirt! Scary! Have to figure out how to dissassociate myself from all of them at once.

Got my Scholastic thing and got grumpy about it for a while, got Harry's present in the mail and cheered up, and got to see Chocolate Jesus and the Beards and a little Brotherhood last night in a thoroughly awkward evening. Ran into Moll. Didn't write my essay. Didn't do an SAT. Went to Daffy's. Now I have a TON of work to do today before I can finally see Harry again, and no time to read A Coney Island of the Mind, which came in yesterday. Dammit!