I am convinced if this week doesn't kill me, nothing will. So much going on and what am I doing? This. I really make no sense. Although, you have to have some fun right? Otherwise you'll just explode. The first thing I did when I got home was change into sweats. I look dead, I feel dead, but I am alive and I will survive!
Off I go again, into the wonderful land of homework and stress. Yippee!