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I have this really interesting bump on my wrist. It's sort of in line with my thumb, in the same place I had that invisible-bruise-thing a while ago, and it hurts when I touch it like a bruise, but it's definitely a protrusion, and it doesn't give way to pressure at all.

I'll get it checked out when I have time, so... Thursday?

Secondly, headache. Third day in a row, and I'm running out of medicine. Also no time to get more, so I'm just suffering through them.

Third, boots. ♥

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I only have... 30 hours a week of classes. That's less than I thought.

I don't know why I'm so sad. I don't even feel sad. I'm just... I dunno. Upset? It's not because, of all things, I have to somehow find the time to go to Baxter. Sure, they may not have time for me before the due date by the time I'm actually able to go, sure I'd rather have a signature from someone who really is my physician, not someone who's never seen me before and probably doesn't really care. But that's just mildly annoying, maybe a little frustrating.

I wish that emotions came through text better.

I also want a hug, but what's the point in saying that? The only people who'd want to are on the other side of the country.

I'm really, really tired of being alone.