Work was great. Some things that happened: drunks getting hauled off by the police, toilets getting backed up, people getting locked out of rooms, fire alarms going off, wet & soapy people coming back from the foam party, etc. I fucking hate that job, but at least I get good stories out of it.
I have four quizzes this week, one paper to write, and I need to somehow fit in some extra studying on French grammar and begin my nerdy language-related project and other such nonsense. I was invited to rush some honors fraternity, but I just don't have the time and/or the motivation to bother with it.
After The Nightmare Week, my mood improved a lot yesterday (for various reasons that I won't disclose at this time), and promptly crashed sometime around noon today. 20% odds my mood improves tomorrow.