Underpants Day

More dreams. One of my dad's exgirlfriends trying to blow me up. That's it, though. Had the best party ever last night. Realized I love all my MFAers, and am happy to be in the program. It was like family. Got drunk and started talking all kinds of stupid shit. I told everyone I loved them, and by tomorrow I'm going to be known as the girl who's had other people's urine on her face twice. But really, how does that happen? I'm like a urine magnet. No pee incidents yesterday, though. Hurrah. Food was amazing. Got to page six on my paper. Had good conversations. ETC. Been procrastinating. Rewriting stories, which is productive but not the most important thing. Ech. Lost one of my sources. Boo. Sang some great kereoke with Katie Prow. And Omar sang a mean Roxanne. Gerri actually called me in from outside to witness it. Ugh, to work I got. Gotta go to work, work all day, it's an underpants day.