The worst days in your life are nothing compared to the best, unless your worst is your best. Today I am officially screwed. I got one paper done. I also got my homework for Psych. done. But I am still lacking one paper. I have no time to get it done. I am tired. And kind of hungry, but I won't eat. Not yet. Procrastination pays nothing. Except heartache. I'm hoping he will understand and allow me to hand my paper in later. I don't know if I should ask or just drop it off at his office on Monday. I think maybe I'll just drop it off. I'll do it over the weekend. I am sure Sab will fail my paper I'm handing in today. For some reason I know this. It sucks. I did it all in one day. Well and this morning. Not that it helped. I slept 3 maybe 4 hour last night. This is my 4th day of fasting. I just feel blah. Not ill. Not lazy. Not energetic. Nothing. Today is Friday so I feel somewhat better knowing that the weekend will be here. I have one more week left of classes after today. One lonely week. Than it's goodbye P, K, and stupid professors and failing grades. I hope I pass these classes. I have no room for failure. Than again. I don't know what else to type. It's raining outside. I love storms. I love rain. It makes me so sad, but at the same time so relaxed. I use to believe that every time someone died it rained. I hope it rains when I go. It's a cleansing in a way. If that sounds right. If it doesn't I don't really care. I'm off for now. Time for a shower. Time to watch some news. Time to hate myself for being such a slacker. Done for now.