Oh, fishsticks

I was supposed to work 5 - C tonight. Turns out Rudy took Bruce's 6 - C foutain shift, and even offered to stay for me. At first, I wasn't even considering it - I've been struggling to pick up hours as it is. Then I realized how I've been feeling lately, and that this would give me a chance to go play DDR. I was about to last night, but I didn't have the energy. But things have gotten, well, I want to say worse. But not worse, just different? I don't really know. I'm going to go to Austin and get my mind off of things for a bit. It'll be good for me, I think. As soon as I'm done watching this episode of Rocko's Modern Life (they've finally started finishing). Cullen can't come, 'cause he hurt his back, and I don't know how to get ahold of Brian, so it looks like I'll be flying solo this time. It really sucks, though, because the 7th and 8th mix machines aren't quite working that well at Le Fun, which leaves the 5th mix. Which is almost okay, since it has a lot of stuff that's not on the 8th mix on campus. The drive almost isn't worth it, though. Especially solo.