I am all sorts of tired.
Tired of Greek.
Tired of family drama.
Tired of being very student poor
Tired of running into walls everywhere, not literally, not yet.
Tired of trying to get off sugar
Tired of all that adulting requires of me, like buying a bra, although truthfully the time had come for me to acknowledge that I really need to go up a cup size and finally I was able to do that without a meltdown in the department store.
I am at the point in the semester where there is nothing I want to read, eat, drink or watch to escape the mess, except for maybe this...