last night i participated in a focus group on radio listening preferences. it was less like a focus group and more like a trippy 2 hour session of the SATs. not trippy because of drugs, but rather the 7 second snippets of drug-induced music. and the loathed rod stewart/phil collins songs. it was scary, we were put in this holding room that was dark and no one was talking. so i immediately made a friend with a lady named robin. they moved us to the room full of tables and we sat down with our scantron booklets and #2 pencils. we sat down behind a guy that was the illegitimate child of pete rose and steve irwin (you know, crocodile hunter). robin and i sat together with one other guy at our table, and i'll tell you who he looked like when i figure it out. robin, i noticed, is a cutter. she must be going through something right now because one of the shallow slices amidst the numerous scars on her arm was relatively recent. i realized that tonight is my only chance to reach out to her before i never see her again, possibly for eternity. if you're reading this pray that i'll have the right thing to say to her tonight.
in lighter news, i tried to go 2 days (or was it only 1??) without my energy drink. i give up. if i'm going to get anything done, i'll have to have 1 in the morning. but that's it. i figure, it's the same as one cup of coffee. and when have i ever made a pot of coffee without drinking the whole thing??? it helps when i throw it in with my smoothie mix rich in antioxidants. boring!!! today's goal is to put away the clothes in my room and try to get my room clean. something i have battled my whole life. right, mom?