I'm back to mornings where I can't get out of bed.

I feel so weak in the mornings again. Mom says I've been down since I went to bed late after an a capella concert last week. I need to go to bed earlier :( Poop.

I feel out of it most of the time. Like, huh? Seri got me carrot juice :) Tutoring went okay. I should be working full time already. I'm not. Don't really know when I actually will. Will I play hockey? I hope so. Pat and I should go blading this Thursday. If my leg doesn't hurt after that, I'll try to skate in class. I'm afraid to though. Who knows what the class is doing now. I'm so behind.

Things don't seem good at all.

I had a weird dream about a boy who was very ill. My psychologist was in the dream too. The boy wouldn't let me help him at first. He was bleeding and coughing and doing his best to hurt me. Later he forgave me for something I did to him (the reason he was so mad at me) and let me take him to the hospital.

Is this about my desire to be forgived by Pecha? I cried again last night when I thought of how unfair his death was for him. It should not have happened that way.