You pretty much know things aren’t going the way they should when you’re awake at 4am chanting “what the fuck” over and over.
I messed up again. School ends at 315. BGS meeting wrapped up by 6. I reach home way before 7. And say I had dinner at 730. That would still give me more than 8 hours to do something productive. And 8 hours is a huge number. When I look back at what I needed to do and what I actually did. Well, some things never change.
In other news, I finally, finally learned to strum with a pick. My brother taught me. Yay it sounds a lot better.
