Alright, alright. I did get the paper done in time. It was rough there for a while, but this morning the old Mira who actually has a wee bit of writing skill came back to life, and dare i say it, she even had a bit of fun crafting what is hopefully a reasonably decent paper.

I promptly called my parents, who applauded my victory and cheered my name. I could almost feel confetti falling from the...ok, there was not confetti. I said I actually sort of thought it was a decent paper, like I might get another B on it, and they said, "Who knows. Maybe you'll get an A" reminding me to think positively. And I thought, no, that is unlikely, but how cool anyway. We chatted about Easter and getting things done, and then we sent each other love before saying goodbye.

I wanted to celebrate. I wanted thai food and to spend some time with Stephanie as a reward for our hard work. But alas, her dad had, in an effort to wish her a happy Easter, instead made her feel stupid and fat and meaningless because she isn't married yet. (Stephanie is 22, soooo not stupid, and not fat. I'd love to look like her). Seriously! "Happy Fucking Easter, Sweety. By the way, when are you coming home to visit us?" And even though it reminder to be greatdul for my parents, it really didn't feel great, because one of my friends had just been smushed like a bug by her own dad. Not just smushed; stepped on and then ground into infinitely small particles of unidentifiable bug dust. Prospective parents should definitely have to go to school and take a test. Good intentions are clearly not enough.