three-hundred & seventy-four.
I wish I had a way to explain why November is my crash month. Every November since junior high, which is a good 9 years ago, my drive to complete assignments, study, attend classes, or even get out of bed has plummeted to pathetic levels. In grade eight, I skipped a total of two weeks in a semester. I skipped so much Biology in high school that I had to drop out of the class. My marks suffered. People's trust in me dwindled.
Right now my marks aren't suffering, but they will in a few days time. I just wish it was easier to get out of bed. In this program, it's less about getting to class than it is rolling out of bed and onto my computer to complete assignments. But it's hard. It's really fucking hard. I'm sleeping so much these days at inappropriate times, getting to the point where my body is sore but I still can't muster any strength to remove myself from bed.
Couple this with getting backlash over a game that is supposed to make me happy, this fall is kind of shitty. I need this game. And I need a pick me up right now.