I. Am. So. Dead.
It's only the second day of the week and I'm so glad it's finally over... if I wouldn't be too exhausted to care anymore, I'd probably have jumped for joy.
Right now? I'm just dead tired.
Getting up at the neck of dawn. Running around all day, trying to stuff everything more or less relevant inside my head and barely having enough time to gulf down some necessary food and coming home when it's long gone dark again (I shouldn't bother with the curtains..really) for two measly days and I'm ready to say to hell with my Math lecture tomorrow...
...
But I can't do that. The day tomorrow is fully planned. As is the day after tomorrow. And the day after that. But I don't have to work this weekend. That's something, right? I can .. sleep. And work on my homework and class repitition and some very needed exercises and... yeah well.
Life what did I ever do to you!?
T_T
Right now? I'm just dead tired.
Getting up at the neck of dawn. Running around all day, trying to stuff everything more or less relevant inside my head and barely having enough time to gulf down some necessary food and coming home when it's long gone dark again (I shouldn't bother with the curtains..really) for two measly days and I'm ready to say to hell with my Math lecture tomorrow...
...
But I can't do that. The day tomorrow is fully planned. As is the day after tomorrow. And the day after that. But I don't have to work this weekend. That's something, right? I can .. sleep. And work on my homework and class repitition and some very needed exercises and... yeah well.
Life what did I ever do to you!?
T_T