I think I'm learning to cope. To exist. Whatever you want to call it.
I will say that I think whoever invented the concept of homework should be forced to suffer for all of eternity. It's not enough that we have to take the class, but it cuts into the time we could otherwise be spending enjoying life's simple pleasures? (Or maybe not so simple. Whatever.)
Case and point: I could be reading my book that makes me so happy, but I'm reading Olde English poetry and making Italian flash cards.
Not fun.
I did get to go to a movie and dinner with Megan. It's her birthday and I was so excited she wanted to celebrate it with me. It was a break from lame reality.
And I love her so much, any time I spend with her is just automatically awesome.
I live for distractions. It's like a state of limbo, waiting for the next thing to take my mind off of everything.
I'm still trying.
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