I’m trying really, really hard to find something to be grateful for today, but no luck so far.
Thankfully, there are still 14 hours left in the day.
Things had been so good since January, magnificently so, that it took my by surprise when I hit Spring Break. It seems like I got things all figured out, and then they all fell apart.
And fell apart and fell apart and fell apart.
I’d say that I’m grateful that there are 14 hours left in the day, but I’d be lying.
But I am trying.
I can’t sleep. Hacking and sneezing and sniffling, I can’t sleep.
I’m in a rare mood: aching and hurting and oh, so grumpy. When I’m sick, I’m miserable, so I try not to get sick very often if I can help it.
I spent the day in a completely unnoteworthy fashion. I read til I fell asleep, woke up, drank some water, took some cold stuff, and read until I fell asleep. As an aside, I thank God for the divine inspiration that IS aloe-laden Kleenex.
One bright, shining note is that grades were released 50 minutes early. Somehow, in the middle of the writing center, the deaths, and the overwhelming disconnection, I managed to pull out a 4.0 again.
Suddenly, I feel like celebrating, but I still can’t sleep.
Lyrical Fool 