Going to class was excruciating this morning. I swore my poor, fatigued body fought my conscience every step of the way.
It was drizzly (and I hate drizzly) and the clock tower started playing "Raindrops keep falling on my head" which I thought was funny, but then it played "Oh what a beautiful morning" which it was noT.
I went to all my classes though. I'm so proud. As if going to all my classes is such an accomplishment.
I'm taking a nap now.