Days of the week are weird. Like how it can be one day but it "feels" like a whole different day. Why is that? I think right now I don't feel like it's a Monday because classes are over and I went out last night, so I guess I could consider today my version of Sunday. I still have a lot of work to do, and as usual I am procrastinating. I hate procrastinating, but I always do it and it's a hard habit to break. I hope that when I have children I can try to teach them to get their work done early so that they don't have to be stressed and won't develop anxiety like I have. It is SO nice out and I would give anything to be outside except I need to use the computer for all my work and I don't have my laptop with me, so that doesn't work. I did take my dog (Nixon...he's a 2 year old pit bull) for a walk earlier but since Noah (my wonderful boyfriend...he'll be mentioned now and then) has been gone since Friday Nixon is being extremely protective of me and pretty much every person we pass on the sidewalk he has barked at. Today there was a little baby, probably 18 months old, who was walking towards him and was saying "woof" and Nixon just started barking his head off. Not okay.