"When I Got to the Bedroom There Was Somebody In It..."

Well, I cried all over Erin and Liz to-night. We were in the lounge and I don't even remember what happened except I started crying and freaking out and it was stupid of me. Oh, God, I am so tired. I am just so tired.

I got an 88 on my last religion paper, and Dr. Braxton doesn't understand why that's bad, he told me that it was a perfectly good grade and if I kept worrying I would get nosebleeds. But it is bad because it's not how I perform. I've never gotten that low a grade from him ever, and my average in his class is a 96. There's just no way in hell I should be getting 88s. That is awful.

And I just have so much to do, and I'm so tired, and Liz and Erin were lovely about it but now I feel guilty, and if I wear the same clothes I've worn for the last three days again to-morrow just because I'm tired I will be ashamed, but I might do it anyway. God.

I think I'm going to throw up.