Sadly I will be unable to attend the gay blogger brunch this morning. I have work (as usual) and also I split my toe open on the sidewalk yesterday, so I've cultivated an unbecoming limp. Thanks, Kyle, for putting a hex on me at Chipotle.

The semester hasn't even started and already things are sucking. I'm working at the restaurant all weekend, which means I can't go to the brunch. I'm working every spare moment next week, which means I can't go to the fag social on Thursday. How am I going to meet the hot freshmen?! Wah.

I'm overworked and most definitely undersexed. I wish I could be one of those people who just go to class and that's it, but I have the misfortune of possessing "hopes" and "dreams." God help me if all of these internships land me at the restaurant after graduation in May. Gah.