I've been walking about in a haze lately. No good for school. I'm lusting after a frat boy (was??) and german seems to be out of my realm of ability lately. I have issues and they are not the good kind. I seem to want to do something that is not what I have to do today. Maybe white sands? But alas not only do I have a class I haven't been to in a week but work (in which I will smell like coffee for the rest of my life). I really don't sleep very well on the weekends and I'm trying to figure out if it's because of where I happen to live, you know drunk people + fire alarms do not mix, or if because I know I have to wake up at 5:45 in the morning and deal with baked good for 5 hours. Contemplating buying sleeping pills. My brother says that he's engaged and has yet to say anything to the contrary. I'm concerned. His last girlfriend got hit by a car, and not in the funny ha ha way of superbad, but in the ICU kind of ha ha. I'm morbid. The end and not capable of stringing together thoughts in a coherent pattern. Eh whatever. Why am I so philosophical whilst tired?