As the clouds begin to part

I haven't had any time recently to write because I've been sick and slowly dying of calculus. I just need a C in the class and I don't know if I can even hold on to that for much longer. Argh!

My nights are getting busier again because I'm make-up supervisor for Bus Stop and Mrs. English in Morag's play A Generation Raised in Propriety. It's great when most of your projects involve your friends.

There is so much to say to catch up on, but I have to grab luch and run to the mask club before languishing through calculus again.