fatigue

I'm tired. 5 more weeks. . . will I make it?

Any moment now the facade will break down, I know it, and everyone will see what a disorganized wreck I am. Thank you thank you for Easter weekend!!! (Is it sacrilegious-- hmm. . . that's an odd spelling-- to be more appreciative of the two short weeks in a row than of the significance of the celebration itself? Of course it is. But I gotta be honest).

And I'm totally distracted by thinking about my bf's visit at the end of practicum. Lucky for me he doesn't live here. . . or I'd fail this thing for sure! (glass is half full, yes).

Okay. It's late, I'm sweaty from the gym; time to shower, and get to bed. Thank you roommate, for baking cookies at 10 at night that I will now be lusting after in my sleep.

Adios, amigos.