Becca, Again

Secret Santa is sorted—I already bought the gift, which I’m not disclosing yet. English test came back a 2, which I’ll take as the universe balancing out before the business accounting exam day after tomorrow, for which I have not studied and don’t intend to. The subject offends me at a cellular level.

Mille has more free time now that Sarah needs a break, so we were in the city again this afternoon. And Becca and I are apparently getting back together, which makes me genuinely happy even if her mother is convinced I cheated—no evidence, just a conviction, which is its own special kind of maddening. I’m seeing her tomorrow. My room meanwhile looks like something went off in it: the desk has disappeared completely under the mess, the floor is its own archaeology project. I keep saying I’ll deal with it.