Why must Mondays suck so very much? Usually you can’t pull yourself out of bed, fumble through your entire morning, and spend the evening yearning for the weekend.

I woke up just find today, was far more awake than I usually am for French class. Thermo wasn’t that exciting but I only drifted off into daydreams a few times. I got laundry and almost an entire lace repeat done on my mom’s gift. But still, it was horrible.

I cannot wait until tomorrow: later morning, Material’s class, a glorious five hour break when I can slowly do homework and knit, then Matlab which will be boring but I have James and Arlette to amuse me.

There will be photos tomorrow, even if they’re just photos of my messy desk. I simply don’t have the energy required to take photos of the progress I’ve made on my mom’s gift. It’s not even eight-thirty and already I want to climb into bed with my soft, squishy blue blanket. I don’t know whether to blame the time change or my case of the Mondays or the work-related insanity of earlier.