If it were not Friday, I would be concerned. I haven't had a day off for kind of awhile, what with the concerts last weekend and the one coming up on Tuesday. I hoofed it hard on the way to work, and the heel of my sock completely gave way, so now I have a couple of massive blisters there. For some reason, this gives me the overwhelming impression that I have come to the end of my rope. I don't really need any more rope, so it's okay, but after this afternoon, I'm going to need some rest and some fresh laundry.

It is warm and wet and dark outside. The testing room is full of people- not one seat remains unoccupied, and I am hobbling around madly, keeping track of everyone's timers. I seem to be the only one who showered this morning. There is a strange, human brew going on in there, not unlike the close and humid confines of public transport. One of the gals reminds me of the costume room from my high school drama department, and another smells faintly of Maalox. I hung up the one guy's coat for him, and as I grasped the inside collar, it was warm and damp.