Nothing

So tomorrow's thursday. I have one class and i can't decide whether i'm pumped that i just have one or whether it's going to make it worse that i only have one and the rest of the time i just have everything else to worry about. Friday it will around seven before my parents get here even though everybody else will get to leave after their classes end. So i'll have four hours with nothing to do. I'll get a lot of Subway and cokes i guess and give them to Daddy and Tony. I have a meeting with a professor tomorrow at four to discuss her research on Autism and whether i want to help her. I think i do because of my closeness to it. I just hope that she's willing to work with me when she finds out that i'm so young and naive.
There's really nothing to talk about for today except for that i'm tired and my back's still killing me. Oh and that doctors are idiots but i don't want to get into that because my heads killing me already and if i get into it my head will get worse. So i'll just sign off with this... Doctors are quacks.