Excessive

The last thing I want to do is get up and go to school tomorrow. I feel so much like shit that the idea of even getting out of bed in the morning is daunting, and it appears that I've got a repeat of last week happening again. I feel ugly, like.. super ugly. Like I don't even like to look in the mirror. I hate my clothes, and I hate that I shaved, but also hated what I looked like before I shaved, I hate being outside in public for so many reasons.

My nose hurts, I spend more time thinking up a title no one reads, and fun with games.

The weekend was tiring... exhausting even. I remember being in a daze, being... just out of it, but running on auto-pilot for the second half of the day. I don't remember what I've written about and what I haven't, so I'll just glaze over certain boring things because I don't particularly feel like reliving them in my head.

Tonight I watched Zoolander instead of writing an entry.

I feel obliged to write because it's been a few days and the last time I wrote I was dying of anxiety. Things are slightly better but things still feel quite off.

First day back to school today and it was super boring. Today I started Concurrent Processing, a class all about the basics of threading, and more specifically, threading in C++. It was really slow paced, and Santor spent a lot of time focusing on playing down how popular Macs are, or how insecure they are, and honestly, I've been listening to it for four semesters, and it's okay, we get it, you can just teach us the class material, and less about opinions.