Out

Tomorrow is the last day of finals, and it's about time. Of course, the dance final is last, and my body is on its last legs. My feet are killing me, my knee is tweaked, and my back is giving me a shout out that is pretty uncomfortable. But the good part is that after tomorrow, I can go back to being depressed without interruptions of school and work. Consecutive fun-filled days of trying to find reasons to get out of bed, which will ultimately find me in bed until one or two in the afternoon.

I would like to say that I'm going to use the break to do things that are useful, but it's hard to find useful things to do when I don't even know what direction I'm going. Out, I guess.