For some reason I thought I would be able to take on seven courses this semester but now that the week is done I realize how stupid of an idea that was. As much as I love to read, it’s never the same when you have to do it for class. My grandfather gave me this book on Al Capone (I love criminal biography) and I have been trying to sneak a few reading sessions in here and there, but the guilt I feel over not doing my actual school work is constantly eating away at me. No one should ever have to do that much school work.
I am also having THE WORST HAIR DAY EVER. No amount of hairspray is helping with this frizz. I look like I am running around with some sort of electrical charge running through me.
Once this day is done I am grabbing a chai latte and coming home to binge watch Friends on Netflix and recuperate.