Most days are the same.  Every day has been like the other one that already happened.  There is little variety in the mfa program. Yesterday, I woke up at 4am.  I talked to a poet online who hadn’t gone to bed yet.  He said, ‘i saw a bug at rite aid.’  Then the poet went to sleep and I watched youtube videos until 7am.  Then I took a shower.  When I was done with the shower I watched a youtube video and then got ready to go to campus.  It was raining a little, but I said, ‘fuck you umbrella.’ The bus drove by as I walked down my street so I ran after it.  When I was done running I got on the bus.  On the bus I practiced my Spanish flash cards.  When I got to school I took a Spanish quiz.  After Spanish I went to the library and watched more youtube videos.  At 2pm I went to a fiction reading.  The lady reading said, ‘ass marbles,’ and ‘cunt’.  When she was finished reading someone in the audience asked her, ‘how do you think of words?’  After the reading I thought there would be wine and cheese, but there wasn’t.  I went and ate pizza with a poet named Peter Fez.  We were both curious if the Paris Review was from France.  After we ate pizza we walked home in the rain.  I only wrote one sentence yesterday.  It wasn’t even a real sentence.  I decided to change the title of my novel about 7-11/McDonalds.  It is now called: ‘Some people at McDonalds don’t believe in dinosaurs.’