My school loans have come due. I haven't taken the time to fill out the forbearance paperwork. I'm more of an "economic hardship deferment" kinda guy, but apparently that won't work for these loans and, well, I just can't be bothered these days. So I've let that slide.

MCAT studying takes up all my time.

I owe a call to the kid I mentor (my "little brother"). That's bad. I should do that tomorrow.

What else? Another friend is pregnant. Such a cliche to say it seems like yesterday that we were gangly virgins obsessed with Cinema Paradiso. But it's true. A former boss's daughter is pregnant, too. I ran into her the other day and "congratulations" seemed to annoy her. She's a difficult person, and so maybe it was just a general scowl -- but in my heart I thought "I'd love to make a baby with my boyfriend, so accept that it's an amazing thing you've got here and don't you dare throw attitude at me for being kind enough to acknowledge it." Actually, I'm not even sure she did scowl; I anticipated it as the congratulations came out of my mouth but maybe it never actually materialized on her face.

MCAT stress. It can take so many nasty forms.

Like my school loans, my parking tickets have come due. If you don't pay those bitches they DOUBLE. Times two! (45+65)2 = $220. No way. I'll be paying those befor the due date.

Drew is in Mexico. I have to go to bed now. Full-length (8-hour) practice MCAT tomorrow morning. 8am-4pm. My score is destined to decline. Last week's ridiculously high number will be too hard to reproduce; it's okay. Take the pressure off yourself. Do what you know how to do and it'll all be fine.