Mehh...

I'm tired. That's the only word I can use to describe my condition today. Lethargic isn't right, because I don't feel lazy, and exhausted isn't true because I actually got a ton of sleep last night. So I'm just tired.

I didn't get up until 10:20, and it felt really nice. I debated sleeping longer--much longer--but my five subjects of homework had begun to summon me from my bed. Yes, five subjects [out of a possible six]. Sort of disgusting.

I couldn't fit all of my needed books/folders in my backpack on Friday, so Maddy and I split up the job and each brought home different books. We got together today to complete the task.

Physics, Politics, English, Trig, and Spanish. Ick. You know your Sunday is going to royally suck when your locker is almost empty upon Friday's departure.

But we endured [four hours isn't all that bad for us], and now I'm tired. Just tired. I'm considering writing for a bit, but I don't know if the writer's block is gone yet. If it is, then writing will make me wake up some; if it's not, writing will just knock me out. Then again, a nap wouldn't be too bad...

Sigh. I don't know. Maybe... Nah. Who knows.