I still have the dwindling effects of a hangover, and it's practically supper time. I missed class again today too. I got up too quick, the room spun, my stomach dropped, and I flopped back into bed. I also did poorly on a quiz because I wasn't prepared even though I knew it was coming and what it was going to be on. To sum it up, I failed.
Yesterday was the six-month "anniversary" of the day my friend Jenny committed suicide. As you can guess, that influenced the night's attitude and consumption level. This indicator of time passing is hitting me hard. She lived life incredibly, like it was worth living: smiling, enthusiastic, energetic. So its just so unbelievable that she left...that she left the way she did. That a model life-liver, didn't want to continue.
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