"You haven't worked a day in your life. How could you be exhausted?"
You know those days when your pink shoes aren't making you peppy and no amount of Iron & Wine on your iPod will shake that cloud of negativity surrounding you? Welcome to my version of today. I woke up this morning, feeling so tired that I'd have given my right toes to stay in bed (™ Belledree). On my way to school, I took the wrong train... twice. The Paul at Gare du Nord didn't have hot chocolate, so I couldn't even cheer myself up the unhealthy way. Most of my classes were full of punk kids, and I ended the day by kicking several kids out of my last class. My landlord *still* hasn't finished installing our internet, and I feel guilty because I didn't go to institut because, well... I'm exhausted. All day, I just wanted to curl up in bed with a Chantico the size of my head. In case any of you were wondering: yes, this is the part where you should offer to give me my own personal masseur.
