Life must go on, though good men die....

It's snowing out - first time in weeks. It's a grey day. And it's 9am, I'm getting ready for class.

I didn't get much sleep last night, and I'm really tired. I hate it when I have too much on my mind to sleep. Then, when I finally do get to sleep, I dream so vividly, and I wake up even more tired than I was when I went to bed.

I'm trying to wrap my head around all that's happened the last couple of weeks, and it makes my brain hurt. It feels mushy and squishy, and I don't particularily like it.

And now it's time for class. So I have to make myself presentable for a couple hours, then I can come home, take a bath, change in my jammies, and spend the rest of the day housebound.

Yup. I sure am exciting.