Bitterness. I wrote what I thought was a beautiful, poetic entry last night after I got back from the library at 1 AM, but somehow deleted it by hitting the keyboard with my elbow. I didn't have the strength to retype it. The issues dealt with will come up often this term, though, so I'll put most of it down here eventually no matter what.
I hate getting up early with the fiery passion of a thousand suns.
I have a pretty busy day today--second hour Historian's Workshop, third hour work, after which I must go to the Old Jail and see Chuck Mills about a movie we're supposed to watch. Then, presumably, I must watch the movie. After that, I have a very finite amount of reading to finish for Fiction Workshop tonight. Then, practice, dinner, and class from 7:30-midnight. Oh me oh my.