i have my last exam of the semester today. i should be studying but instead i am wasting my time here. i have until 3:30 anyway. the work doesn't stop there. i have this massive english project to do and that is pretty much what i will be doing all day tomorrow while trying not to be ridiculously hungover.
and i'm done with...that. it's not worth it, right? no matter how good it felt to care again.
my mind is going all over the place. trying to focus on american women's history for sure but can't help worry about hamlet. why? because i am so done with this exam nonsense that i feel forced into putting my energies elsewhere. my energy is dwindling fast. i know i will be more pumped tonight but in the moment i can't fathom doing anything else but lying on my bed in a puddle of mush, listening to iron and wine. apparently that is what reminds me of....that. it's soothing. enough enough enough! it's christmas in thirteen days and there are a bevy of specials to be had. be seven, sarah. you didn't have to worry about these things when you were seven. although, it does remind me of high school hardcore and that is no good. weren't we supposed to grow up after we left there? four years out almost and nothing changed? i have, i suppose. but you intimidate me.
