Well, the good news, such as it is, is that I did NOT get a zero on my first psych assignment. Apparently, it hasn’t even been graded yet, and the instructor is as confused as I am as to why it shows as a zero on my gradebook. He says he’ll be grading it no later than Sunday at 5 PM, which is good. However, I have ZERO motivation right now to do my OTHER paper for Psych, plus I still have a paper to write for Healthful Living (again, ZERO motivation.)

But that’s not what’s really bugging me.

You see, today, I got an email from the lead singer of one of my favorite obscure bands, and he very nicely offered to put me on the list for tomorrow’s gig. GREAT, seeing as I’m dead broke and still wanna hit the gig, right? Yeah, well, first of all, the guy doesn’t seem….well, let’s just say that the combination of years of drugs and time in jail combined with a recent head injury add up to someone that I’m not sure I really even wanna meet.

But worse than that? I told a friend of mine that I *might* have a plus one (not counting on it, after the conversation with said singer). And his reaction really hurt my feelings, worse than I like to admit. He seems to think that the only reason I get treated well is “tits”. Now, PLEASE, my tits aren’t “fabulous”, plus I find it more than a little insulting that he thinks the only reason someone would want me around is to bang me. That was my fundamental issue all along with when I started becoming friends with musicians–I NEVER want people to think it’s because of my body or sexual favors (that I happen not to be granting, btw).