I'd rather have them in big chunks.

Ugh. Bad Cal quiz, good Chorale rehearsal, bad physics lab, good afternoon of loafing and waiting, bad meeting with antagonistic brother, good warmup, bad ARTS taping, bad worrying about getting him and myself in more unofficial trouble.

I still really want to know what somebody could possibly say about me that is mean enough to refuse repeating to my face secondhand. I may have become slightly more vulnerable, but, my goodness, what is there left to say? I've already been weird, demonic, fat, slutty... I can't think of anything worse.