And as the sun goes down I cry myself to sleep

So, today was weird. I pick the worst days for coming home. This morning, I went to bed at four and though I was doing well. Then at 7:30, I woke up to the sound of something heavy dropping and my mom screaming so I grabbed the glasses and went tearing down the stairs to see what was up. She had dropped a pain full of water onto the floor, so I helped her clean that up. And then talked to her for a while. At ten, I was going to bed, until they finally decided today would be the day they fix our off-balanced toilet. Fixing the toilet involved a large amount of banging and five hours. Then I did my parents taxes before finally falling asleep at like six in the evening. I woke up at two, which kinda sucks being as I'm going to Sara's tonight until tomorrow.

Yes,I know this is an extremely bad decision to make, but the papers aren't going to be written. Possibly at all. I just can't seem to get into the spirit of them. I know some of that is just me being me, but six days for sixty pages sucks. I do have hope, though cause a girl in my class turned in seven pages for her twenty page and got a B- in the class. So, I should be able to bang that out, and hopefully do the Wicked/Wizard of Oz paper fairly easy, even if both books are big in depth. I may cut them down to smaller ones. We'll see.

We're gonna be home early on Sunday, hopefully early enough to like...be headache free while doing the first one. We'll see. I may take a vicodin and attempt to go back to sleep until noon or so. I left the advil at school.