so tired.

Physically and emotionally.

Just came from Manalmon and huff, I'm beat. The fever that I was trying to conquer disappeared up in the mountains, but decided to make its case when I got home.

My room is a mess again. I think that has some psychological meaning to it when your room is perpetually messy. Heck, even my desk at work is perpetually messy.

And in other news, nothing's new. I don't know why I'm still trying to figure you out after all this time. By now, you should be figured out already. But no. At the end of every week, I have totally different conclusions. Wrong, wrong.

never wing it. it never works.

I am royally screwed. This thing is on Sunday and I've been grasping at straws the past few days. I can't make heads or tails of what I'm studying. Nothing. Nothing. To top it off, I haven't even prepared for my lessons today. Definitely not one of the best decisions I've made. For now, winging it is not even considered an "educational guess." This isn't for me. Ugh. Logical reasoning confounds me. So does reading comprehension. What was I thinking again?