Because nobody's that strong
I'm at work before the sun rises, and get home from class after it sets. Transferring is a mess, at least in my own mind. I don't know what I want to do with my life, or if the degree I pursue even has any relevance to this at all. My art project is due tomorrow, not done yet, and I work in the morning, as is my custom. I'm pretty happy with it, however. I'm not even trying in most of my classes and acing them regardless. I think I want to write. My cat is the biggest antagonist imaginable; she traipses around in mud and then makes a point of walking all over the outside of my car, with emphasis on sliding down the windshield. I went to get gas today and had to squeegee her filthy little prints off everywhere.