Counting to 9

I woke up late today and turned in my withdrawal form to the Registrar's Office a little after the class I was dropping had let out. I managed to see three students I knew and the professor. None of them remembered me...and why would they? I had given them nothing with which to remember me by, I hadn't been to class in a month, and to most of them I was probably just that guy who sat over to the side only occasionally offering a comment or answer....that no-name guy who eventually stopped coming to class.

I returned home to find the US Census form in my mailbox. I have been waiting for this for weeks now so I eagerly tore open the envelope and began reading. The form isn't too complicated and I'm glad to see that I actually get to fill one out even though I'm living at college. I'm Person Number 1 on our form so everybody has to list how they're related to me. It makes me feel important. I just have to get the eight other people I live with to fill it out. The form took me probably 5 minutes to complete, but I've already had three people say that they won't be able to do it for a while. I think they're just intimidated.

My friends aren't coming until tomorrow, but this time I KNOW that they are coming tomorrow. Other people up here were just too busy with things today.

So after my late start and quick finish to my day, I have little else to do. There is, however, still some vodka and Kahlua on the top shelf in my closet. Today may get interesting after all.