sick

my body has this ability to get sick at the absolute worst moments. when the end of the semester is so close that i'd otherwise be pulling 6-hours-of-sleep-a-night weeks, but that can't happen now. right after the emotional drain of 14 hours of freshman initiatives, 7 of which were talking it out. right after the emotional drain of that other conversation that i keep trying to forget. right after the physical drain of getting 6th place in kajabe. right after my car got hit in the parking lot. right before urban plunge. right before the paper's due. right before scheduling. right before i have to figure out my summer. right in the middle of anything and i don't even have time to go to target to buy another box of tissues.

i need to buy new shorts because none of mine fit anymore. even the ones i'm wearing right now. especially the ones i'm wearing right now. i did a load of laundry at home on friday, it's still sitting at home because i haven't had time to go pick it up. i need to plan out the menu for torrientation 10, but that's pretty much the bottom of my list. i have to write notes on ecclesiastes, read song of solomon, and be in an okay enough mentalemotional state to discuss song of solomon in session in a week. i need to get fingerprinted, i need to apply for jc and another internship. i need to drink more water, even though i'm at 80 oz a day, i don't even know how much that is. i need to read urban plunge packet, and not feel guilty because i enjoy it so much and take so much time soaking it in. i need to make a giraffe face mask for calley's 3D class, and i need to stop being bitter about his class in general. i need to sleep, i need to spend less money, i need to spend more time with Jesus, i need to work out, but not when i'm this sick.

and i need to stop complaining.

i'm sick of being sick.