Tomorrow means waking up early if I haven’t taken a shower tonight. Class begins at 9:25 a.m. even though I always walk in around 9:31, because I know that specific professor doesn’t start until everyone is there. Tomorrow means class for six hours and feeling so completely drained afterward, because I spent the night before with my boyfriend, trying to give him the girl he used to know. Tomorrow means I have calculus and a general feeling of incompetence to look forward to. Tomorrow is Thursday. After tomorrow is the weekend. I work all weekend. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday remind me that I can still smile while refilling your diet coke for the third time in the past forty-five minutes. The weekend is for forgetting. On Monday, I go to the bank to deposit the tips that equate to my worth. I can’t remember if Tuesday is good or not. Usually, if you can’t remember something, it isn’t that bad. Wednesday is a toss up. Today is Wednesday, and today was hard. Today, he asked me what I was thinking about a lot. I couldn’t tell him, because it would hurt his feelings. When I finally told him, it hurt his feelings. The problem is that he’s the only one that knows how hard things have gotten for me, and the truth even frightened him.