Estoy cansada

I’m getting ready to embark on quite the tumultuous adventure for the next 24 hours. I honestly have no idea how I’m going to physically and mentally survive it all. I have an exam on Tuesday morning for my International Relations class, which I seriously need to ace if I want a chance at an A in that class. But I also have to read The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie for Tuesday, because my English professor basically warned us beforehand of a pop quiz. He wasn’t too happy that the discussion last Thursday was basically mute, so if I don’t want him to be giving me death stares on Tuesday, then I had better read the book (which is amazing so far, but also quite lengthy). And on top of it all, I’m working tomorrow night.

No sleep for me for the next couple of days, I suppose. 🙁

I went home over the weekend, which was not quite the most amazing fantastical weekend I thought it would be. I felt like I basically popped in for 48 hours, then left. It was not enough. I feel like I need to be home right now. Things are not too happy around the house, and I want to know that everything’s OK. I’ve always been the caretaker, the mediator, and I just want to be home so I can take care of things that need to be taken care of. Moreover, I just want everyone to be bloody happy for once. And I can’t do that if I’m all the way over here, stressing over stupid exams and reading loads.

Aaacccckkkk.