Ugh

So tired. Credit Recovery begins tomorrow... three days a week, an hour and a half each day. Ugh, why did I ever agree to that? I'm stretching myself just to cover my sophomores and juniors. It's only for 12 days though. 

Iced Earth this Thursday... I'm looking at only getting 3-4 hours of sleep. I hope the show ends at 11 or 11:30 just so I can get home faster, get some sleep and then go to work. Needless to say, I'm going to bail out of Amon Amarth on Monday. Too much going on at work. 

Mr. McCourt, where art thou? I question my profession every day. Why is it so political? Why?! I should be a construction worker or work in a nifty music shop in the Village and live in a crappy apartment surrounded by books and music. I'll never have money but I might just be happy. 

I've gone and lost my mind.