Welp, despite waking up at 6:30 this morning to go help sell John Mayer tickets (they went on sale at 10 a.m. and are almost sold out, which is odd because he kind of sucks) I’ve had a nice Friday so far. My feet ache from running around campus all morning in my favorite but most uncomfortable shoes, I’m hungry, and I have to sit here for the next, oh, four hours saying “Hello, welcome to the Wharton Center,” but I’m still in an oddly good mood. This morning I was told by a patron that I’m very nice and sweet and by another that I have really pretty hair. And I got a still-drunk-from-last-night frat boy who was quite pissed off that he couldn’t get front row seats for John Mayer (he kept saying “this is bull shit!” and uttering other profanities under his breath) to be happy with his Row N seats and leave with a smile on his face. He even told me to have a great weekend! And in a few hours, Nic and I will FINALLY leave campus for a week. Aaaand, it’s my Daddy’s birthday today! Happy Birthday, pops.