I rest my head on my hands, folded on the study table. The people of Lala Land are calling for me to join them. They tell me that i'm late in meeting them already. Oh dearie me... but what can be possible done? I can't go off to Lala Land when i've got to face reality and do work.
The people of Lala Land silence themselves. I think they want me to hurry up. I just wrote the intro to my essay. I find it hard because i'm unsure. I will be under the word limit and I don't really care. My red cross stuff aren't ready for tomorrow. I still have to be in school to help kym & the rest with our presentation which I haven't done my part in. I feel so horrid. Remind me that i'm wearing contact lenses tomorrow, and that the world will know of how bad i look.

Eye bags, GAH! ):