So I am tired and done with class--I love the freedom of Thursdays, the cash-and-carry of buying new clothes only in order to sleep over with Joephet. I am exhausted. Demoralized utterly, unable to make the phone calls I need to, happy only because I can lose myself in Joephet and hang out otherwise. It's a tiring life, this, and I don't know why I feel as if I am on such a depletion cycle. Maybe it's just me, or the winding down of the semester.