cold. and tired.

it's 12.30 right now, and i should really be in bed, as i need to be back up in 5.5 hours.  

however, i'm having a difficult time falling asleep at the moment.  my back is incredibly sore at the moment, and i'm cold, and for some reason feel incredibly sad.  the kind of sad like when you're a little kid and you've realized you lost your favorite toy.  it's that yucky, heart sinks into your stomach kinda sad.

meh...  i'll deal.  

i just read the second book of the professor's house and it was really sad itself.  you should read it.  if, for no other reason, it's probably my favorite willa cather novel.  (actually, it's probably tied with my antonia)  

i think, perhaps, i'm feeling a bit lonely, too.  and i think that i'm overusing commas.  and i think that thinking about my ENG314 class makes my eyes well up with tears.  and i think that under normal circumstances the crap i'm dealing with for 314 wouldn't make my eyes well up with tears, but i'm dealing with bunch of other crap, so there you have it.

sleep will not be coming to this little fay boy tonight.  i guess i can finish reading for the rest of the semester though.  

later, folksters.