I don’t know what’s up – just tired maybe – but my hands are shaking and my gut feels weird, and I’m not even nervous.
I don’t think I’m going to survive through finals. Mom says it’s only a couple of weeks. By the time my last final is over, the world will have gone through nine rotations. That’s momentous. That doesn’t happen every day. I have to survive through nine rotations of the earth… You know, I just realized – the world does rotate every day. Oops.
I think I’m reaching the point where I’m physically and mentally going to break down. I’ll spend the rest of my days feverishly delirious in the psych ward. What’s really scary is that at this point, I’m so tired I hardly care.