Those morbid thoughts about Ian seem to be easing off. Thank God. They wear on you after awhile. I’m not dreaming at all, so that’s good. Not taking the sleeping stuff, but something’s working.
I’m so excited about next week, and I’m even more terrified. I know I’ve said ths a million times, but I really do think I’ll be ok if I can just make it to the first day. I’m going to take notes and study and study some more. I’m definitely going to go down swinging if I do indeed go down. I’m used to be a A student without trying. Maybe I can be a b or c student who works their ass off. As long as I pass. I won’t be in honors with a c average, but if that isn’t meant to be, it isn’t meant to be. Right?