This one is for you

I was sleepy all day yesterday, yet I could not sleep last night. I fell asleep somewhere around 5 am. I didn't wake up for my 3:30 class today. That's pretty bad. My dream last night took place in the woods. I only remember this one part where I had to climb up this steep hill and grab onto tree branches to pull myself up. When I got to the top, there was a train station, like an old one. A few train were passing by, right in front of me. It was a very full dream, trees were taking up a lot of the space, and it was wet and cold. I liked it there.

I woke up and it was wet and cold outside. I guess it snowed today, but I slept through it. I feel a lot better today, healthwise. My sore throat is pretty much gone. I'm still coughing, but there's no mucus.

I plan on going to the library today. I'm going to isolate myself upstairs with a laptop and do all this work that I've been neglecting. Tomorrow I will go to all of my classes. I will try not to miss any until spring break. I think I have a lot, A LOT, of shit to do for my journalism class. I have no clue what it is I have to do though. This dude said we're having an exam on Monday. Yikes!

Eek! and all the others.

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I'm in the library. I've been here for an hour. I have tremendous writer's block.

I'm writing my McTeague paper and it's not going very well at all. I should have come here earlier, now I'm paying the ultimate price. It was useless coming here. I was too lazy to go early because Andria offered to drive me up at 9:30. I brought all these books because I thought I was going to be a powerhouse of work. Unlike Bill, I don't have performance enhancing drugs to make me that powerhouse. I wish I did, then I'd do all my work and then some.

Who am I kidding? Nothing can save me. I'm a lost cause.

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Read bill's journal to find out who just got a journal.

Whoopty fucking dooooooo.