Morning comes so early. So so early. And with a big fat hangover. Go figure. Jenna works close to where I live, so we piled into the marshrutka and headed to the island. It was the first time I'd been in a marshrutka this trip. I'm always vaguely afraid that they won't let me out, but I was reassured that this will not happen. The driver didn't hear the girl sitting in the back say that she wanted to get out and all the other passengers yelled at him when he started to go by her stop. The driver was nice to us and let me out close to the metro so that I could run home and grab my books and stuff. It was a pretty awful morning and I wasn't sure I was going to make it. I went to text Meg to tell her that I might be late, and then remembered that I didn't have any minutes on my cell phone. Right. So lame.

School was so painful. I'm not sure whether it was because of the hangover or because I'm just getting restless or whatever, but every single class was the longest class of my life EVER. Even longer than the Russian Formalism class, and that was particularly awful specimen. Politilogia was the worst. Not that that's unusual or something, but today was especially bad for some reason. Maybe because the teacher kept pushing for a discussion and nobody was in the mood.

I hit the cash machine and then the internet café to ascertain that in fact, nobody loves me. Then I went to the cell phone store and bought more minutes, and went home to do homework. I am checking my cell phone (turning it on and off) every hour and waiting for service to magically reappear.