I’ve got a weird exhausted numb frustration vibe going on. The past few weeks have been a strange series of things getting bad, then not so bad, then worse than they were, then a little less bad and then worst and then somehow better. Getting through Saturday should help.

There’s nothing worse than sleeping a lot and waking up completely exhausted, though I guess I’ve never gone through a weekend so exhausting on so many levels. Then there’s having to sit in a class and listen to a lecture or try to write a story when you want to be someplace else.

Being done with these three classes, the finals, the getting stories published after being hung out to dry, the constant fear of spelling something wrong and getting an F…and then the viewing and then the funeral.

Sunday is the start of better things.