C, F, L, R

Well, at least now I know it’s not the booze; it’s something else about Saturday nights that makes me unhappy like this. I should probably just stop going out with the other stagiaires. Twelve more days like this (unless I bomb the next language test, in which case it’s twenty-six more days).

Forgot to mention: gaunt, but attractive (in a tragic way). Yesterday was finals at model school. I’ve been grading them. 5e was kind of haphazard; the last question, worth 3 points (out of 20) was "All the keys are coming out in capital; why, and how do you fix it?" Almost nobody got it. I […]