11:52 p.m.
April 27, 2003
midnight migraines are the worst things on a sunday evening. i have a headache, not a migraine, but it doesn't alliterate with anything media-noxy.
i sent a list, i did my homework. i played guitar all day. i crave range and being able to drive a 3,000 pound piece of metal in an oval at 4 mph. i don't want to go to school, i don't want to fail at volleyball, go to latin, or study apus. i want to fall back asleep. i don't want to lose my apus study book or study or try to explain what the ostend manifesto is. i'm frustrated and tired and burnt out.
i'm not sure how much i can do if i hit summer and i fall apart.