So I get up early this morning to go help my dad set up for the Artist Boutique in Kirkwood. Actually manage to get there on time despite waking up about 10 minutes later than I should have and walking out the door about 15 minutes after I should have. Get all set up, and then lots of people come by, so this is good. Hopefully the rest of the day went as well. But I left after an hour, because I had to get back and gather up all the miscellaneous crap that goes along with studying orgo and meet Eileen at a café near my place. It used to be called Aesop's, but now it's the Blackberry Café. As far as I know it's the same menu (now I can say I have had baba ghanouj, and liked it) and the same owner, just different name. Eh. Weird. Anyway, I get there, I'm a little late, but Eileen usually runs quite late, so I just sat in the café and waited for her, then we went outside because it was such a beautiful day. Now, I fully intended to order something, the desserts looked good, but I wasn't hungry at that moment nor was she, so both of us waited until we'd both been there a while. She orders the baba ghanouj, and offers me some, and later a guy comes out to gather up the dirty dishes and comes over to my table (the tables outside are pretty small so we both needed one each just to have our books open) and said, "And what did you have to drink?" I said, "Oh, I didn't order a drink." Then he goes, "Well, you NEED to order one." Not remotely politely. I guess I should have said, haven't ordered a drink *yet.* I realize it's not nice to go to a place and take up a table that could be occupied by a paying customer without buying something, but I really did intend to get food--when I felt hungry. Which wasn't *yet.* So sooner than I wanted, I went in and got a soda and a pita sandwich, which was good, but not good enough to make me want to go back. Apparently that was the guy who told Eileen she couldn't push two tables together to have more room to spread out the last time she was there. Jeez. It's not like the place was packed to the gills. I did happen to hear the people at the next table over talking about NaNo, oddly enough. We had a small exchange I thought it was pretty crazy that I'd randomly encounter someone in town doing it outside of an organized meeting.

So I did get some studying done, not as much as got done when we met up at the library before the last test, and I left pretty shortly after I had finished my sandwich, because I had to run some errands. Read: use my 20% coupon at Borders to get my mother's , which of course turned into much more. I got a few electronica cds to hopefully encourage the writing spirit ( , , , and, I know, not electronica, the soundtrack, and the sdtk, solely for the Josh Groban song) all of which seem to be good. Then I had to return stuff to target and pick up some essentials, like milk and orange juice (even though I had been right across from a grocery store, I didn't want to cart the cold stuff in the car with it being so nice outside) and then�I went home to study. Whee. Ugh. I'm going to die. And sadly enough it looks as though I won't be able to go to the write-in for Nano tomorrow since I've got to help my parents pack up. Dear God how am I going to learn all these reactions and still make my pages for the day? Ugh.

If you read this far, I salute you. Amazing how I can write 800 words about a lot of nothing but I'm still far behind on the actual writing. Yeah. I think it's about time for bed. Not making much sense.