I am tired of being sick. I have been sick forever. Goodness. I am tragic.
Saturday I get to come home. It will be wonderful.
I hate critiques with a fiery passion. The way my prof conducts does not make them productive or worth my while at all. Nobody ever says anything in them. Cuz everybody is tired of looking at pictures by the time it is time to turn them in. Uggghhh.
I'm spent.