See, I know the way my mind works. I know the way my self destructive habits kick in when I'm under stress. I know this happens every single year.

I have no excuse.

It's raining, which is not an excuse. I'm tired and slightly sick, which is also not an excuse.

There are three weeks left of school, and that's certainly not an excuse, but it frightens me more than I can say.

Fucking hell. I think I just need to hit something for a while, or I need to go home, or maybe find a corner in the stacks and hibernate for a little while. I need to move furniture or engage in wanton destruction or start drinking lots of caffeine.