BAD NEWS

I went to Stockholms nation for the first time on Thursday for their weekly club night. It was very fun, until my pants ripped while dancing. Now I got ripped pants and I am thousands of miles away from my mom in Minneapolis (or my Mame in Chicago) to stitch it back up. I might have to learn to sew.

GOOD NEWS

Here's a thought- everyday you get to go to sleep AND you get to take a shower. How great is that? It's like a guarentee that no matter how bad your day is you got at least 2 things to look forward to. And if you wake up in the middle of the night and realise you get to sleep for another couple hours, that 3!