Entering Phase Two

in which I cease to be too exhausted to move, and begin to eat everything in the house that doesn't eat me first.

At least the exhaustion isn't just me; everyone I talk to at school is wiped out. No idea why. It hasn't snowed this week, or even rained, substantially, and yesterday it was almost 60 degrees, I believe. Today was incredibly windy, and the next two days look like they'll be in the forties. Most of the snow on the ground is gone. Anyway, as I was saying before I was interrupted, everyone is dragging around.

I was going to write a great many clever things tonight, I assure you, but my eye is annoying me, so I'm going to put some ointment in it, which will make reading/writing more of a hope than a reality. See ya tomorrow.



TWO AND A HALF MEN :: ENTRY #1985
READING: Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston