Pla… graduation rehearsal at 2:00. Lauren’s family is already here. My family is arriving at 3(ish). We have dinner reservations at 5:00. I have to pack tonight but I’m sure the family is going to be here, at the apartment, hanging out. I certainly don’t want to be packing tomorrow. Graduation tomorrow at 8am. I’m getting that “sick, butterfly” feeling down in my stomach. It’s rather unnerving. I’ve been cleaning the apartment all morning and it looks like it did before I started. I’m just whining a little. Actually, all I really want to do is win the lottery tonight and just sleep, 58 million dollars richer, for the next few months. Is that too much to ask? I hope not.