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I'm tired. This semester has taken a toll on me, but it's not going to compare to what I'll be going through for spring. Winter break cannot come soon enough. I need to get away and not have to worry about anything. I've been having an emotional rough patch lately. This morning I was coming home from running errands, and all of a sudden I found myself turning into the Green Lawn Mortuary. It was my first time seeing Peter's graveside- since the day he was being put to rest. I then realized how January is going to be the best and worst month for me.