I need to calm down. A few nights ago I dreamt that another part of my tooth came off from grinding. I'm not even thinking about anything. Well, that's an absolute lie. I'm thinking how tomorrow I'm going to find out things that will partially determine my entire future and I imagine this fate where I sit in St. Paul and work at the same place I've always worked (I do love it, but I can't do it forever) and see the same people I've always seen (again, I do love them) and everyone slowly drifts off until I am the last one left, broke and bored. I am so terrible at being bored. If only I smoked more, if only it didn't make me tense. The weekend was too long. It'll be good to get back to the week when I have things to do again.