exposed cerebral cortex of a proletariat bike slut

oh god.

I’m going to hang out with him and his parents. In their home. I don’t typically do those types of things….oh god. freaking out commences now.

no, first I’m going to take a killer stats test. then I’m going to work, not sleep, and drive home with him and hang out with his family. And then I have work and a test the next day when I get back.  That’s the day when my Dad starts cancer treatment.

breathe. breathe.  breathe.

fuck.

z scores. t tables. finding n, remembering ridic formulas and using excel….hanging out with boy’s parents.  I don’t know which terrfies me more. but at least they both take my mind off of my Dad.