I am freaking tired.
Stayed up too late last night.
Should've slept in more but my brother was banging away on the piano downstairs with more than a few discordant notes that were grinding on my nerves. I know I have a whole lot of homework to do, but somehow I just can't bring myself to do it early. Leave till the day before and then complain about my work load. Doesn't make sense does it, but well, that's me for you. Let's see. I have an essay, two tutorial discussions to prepare and oh lookie here, a whole bunch of notes to print out.
I want to sleep some more.
I need a holiday.
And then, there are some men I'd love to kill. But, as I'm merely a student with no political or financial power, I'll have to make do with silently cursing them as they pass.
