Prom night, he almost didn't make it. Prilla (his sister) had just given birth to the daughter she had longed for for the past four or so years and so Emma was needed home to keep order or something - as if there was no one else who could help out. Anyway, he made it back in time, not without ruffling a few feathers though so we are kind of financially handicapped this week. But its totally worth it! Thats just the way the world works - karma, fate, yingyang, call it whatever you may but what goes up must come down. So after the ecstatic heights of Saturday night I am now wallowing in the hallowed out valley of semi-depression as a result of abject bankruptcy and loads of course work. Plus it doesn't help that one of my lecturers is pseudo-stalking me and I just might have failed at the only chance I had to impress a new lecturer. But thats fate, I guess next week will be another high.
