It's just the beginning

I'm sitting in the computer lab before class. I haven't seen sunlight in over a week at this point, and it's seriously starting to drag me down. [Starting? It's been bugging me since day 4.] I can't stand the lagging feeling that I have. It's hard to be hopeful when the world surrounding is dour and gray.

Statistics at 9:30. I never do my homework, and I still aspire to do well. I highly considered not bringing my book to class today. It's very fat and heavy, and it's raining outside. I brought it anyway. Though I never do my homework, I am deathly afraid of being unprepared. We're only doing probability - it isn't that hard. I'm supposed to know it without looking at my notes. Oops.

Creative writing follows... 3 hours of wonderment. I didn't do my peer revision sheets. [Did I mention that the lack of sunlight has bothered me? Yeah. I've no will to do much of anything, either.] All 3 assignments were dont pretty poorly, so I really don't know how I'm going to function with writing about it. I don't want to... that's all it comes down to. I really. Really. Don't want to.

I get my brother from school, and then work commences. 11 hours. an 11 hour day.

It's friday.

For the past 8 weeks, fridays just haven't been any good. I'll spend the night with mom. Hopefully she won't drink herself into oblivion. I'd like to have a good night.

After all.

I have work in the morning. Blah.