Nothing is going my way tonight. My brain isn’t working. Dorm internet moves at a glacial pace. My eyes are dry. The Read More button never works. My head is throbbing. My grade in Psych is unsatisfactory. My understanding of Econ is incomplete. My hair is losing it’s volume. The people living above me stomp around at all hours of the night. My nail polish is chipping. The room is spinning.
