Messed Up

I am quite tired at the moment, but I have not finished my brain project for psych that is due tomorrow. Meh. Creativity takes such time. So I am taking a break and wasting much more time than is really necessary.

There really was something I needed to say, though I can't think of what it was now of course.

On Monday night (last night, whatever, I get all confused when it comes to be only a little past midnight) it took me forever to fall asleep: 1. my back hurt 2. I couldn't stop thinking about being murdered/running away from a pack of murderers 3. the entire situation of 2 occurred in varying stages of detail multiple times as I tried to cut off the thought and focus on something else 4. the entire idea of trying to stop thinking about it back-fired and so I resigned myself to imagining an incredibly terrifying fate over and over again 5. all these thoughts made me feel a little nauseated 6. I am seriously messed up.

Otherwise, the day turned out alright. As secretary, I had to speak at the Tri-M induction, and while I dislike public speaking I actually wasn't all that nervous (although, I did not look up from the paper once while I read my part of the ceremony (tiny cop-out)).

Okay, back to gluing and being creative and what-not.