Just got back from Brunch with the Bard with Sigma Tau Delta. I love our Englishy people, especially the ones that wear corsets! It was pretty decent. I wore a dress and looked, well, decent. The Shakespeare quotations were a hit. The bagels were delicious. P Frick seemed happy. I was pretty satisfied- it was fun. So I went to the grill after to get some lunch for later and apparently they had had a busy morning, and were not pleased I wasn’t there to help out. How do I always manage to find jobs that become more like families, with obligations and emotions and the lot of it? Our creepy but harmless dishwasher DID NOT RECOGNIZE ME IN A DRESS. What. Sigh. Paranoia: thinking Joe was angry at me for taking off work for something important to me. Stupid. I don’t think he recognizes me in a dress, either. Dinner with RJ and Erin last night was good, too. I was pretty much myself, and I like them, and I think Joe was happy. So… all good? I should probably study for the rest of the day. Two more weeks of school… can’t go fast enough.