Nearly passed out this morning after being injected with something for my tuberculosis test. Very strange. The injection wasn’t painful at all, but for some reason everything got black and fuzzy and I keeled over slowly. So much for that Russian constitution! The nurse laughed at me and gave me apple juice, so that was okay. I assume it was sleeplessness and stress.

People are demanding t-shirts for the prom court thing! I think I can’t get t-shirts made in four days. It surprises me that people are so willing to get into this. I’ve pretty much been blindsided by the whole thing. It’s definitely funny, though — today Mr. Espinosa had to ask three other administrators to get the posters approved. I don’t think he got it: “so you’re calling your opponents commies?”

Frontage Roads continues to eat my life. We’ve got to go to press by next Monday — oh my God.