Why do mornings come so early?
This past weekend was kinda good, kinda bad, a bit of both really but to both extremes. But I think everything’s good now, the weekend ended well and I’m quite happy again. Hopefully this will work out. I really really want it to and I feel like we can make it work.
My main though right now is how much I hate mornings. And winter. Especially when they’re both together. I had a 7:30am final all the way across campus, I literally felt like my face was going to fall off. It was terrible. Thank goodness for coffee. So cold. And so tired. Sigh. I want to go to bed. But alas, I have another final today. But in good news, I think that the final went well this morning and I’m not at all concerned about my afternoon final. I am quite scared of my Spanish final Thursday but hopefully it’ll be ok. :)
Though it was a cold, early morning, I had a lovely talk on Facebook that made my day :) Funny how certain people can completely change your day around.