I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, or why I'm blogging so much lately.
16 or 17 tries at this egg painting thing later I still can't get it.
All I see is doom and failure. Everything that can go wrong will.
And no sleep.
My God, Friday is a long way away.
And no, I could not get the appointment changed for a later time. Only an idiot would schedule counseling for early in the morning to sit in on a class but go to a later one anyway...