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Well my life is simmering, not to the point of boiling over, but definately frustrating. I want to sleep so badly. (*sigh* I miss English, why'd I switch majors. I should have just continued on the English path so I could become a creative writer/artist and possibly editor, I don't think I'll ever be able to help kids learn it, but it is fun. And since starting to write poems again after at minimum a year hiatus, it is enjoyable (P.S. I love Brunjes, she renewed my love for the subject). But now I'm in history, struggling to end my classes and praying the world swallows me whole so I don't have the anxiety of semester's end.