This is another one of those posts.
You know what I mean. The kind where I talk about how utterly drained I and everyone on this campus is and how, really, all we want to do is sleep for a hundred years. The post will be short, pointless, and end with a really bad joke or a funny cat picture. Or both.
Of course, there will be the typical disclaimer saying that today wasn’t a bad day, per se, and I’m not complaining. Really. It’s just the fact that even after three mini-naps and a minimal homework load, I still feel like the walking dead.
And naturally I will acknowledge those who have much, much more on their plates than I do, most of them poor bewildered freshmen who still haven’t figured out the whole ‘college’ thing yet. I tell them it’s okay—I’m a junior, and I’m as much in the dark as they are.
It’s the end of the day. That means bed, a few hours of unconsciousness, and the promise of a bright tomorrow. There. That was the optimistic concluding sentence you knew had to be coming.
Thank goodness for weekends.