Things have been getting harder lately since nature's remake of the Flood has apparently arrived on top of us.
4 DAYS OF ENDLESS, PERPETUAL, RAIN.
And I'm not talking drizzly stuff. I'm talking deluge two nights in a row. Wind so hard it shakes the light poles outside.
I want it to end because guess what? My pain is at an all-time scream record. Even ibuprofen isn't knocking it anymore. I'm about to have Mom mail me Vicodin from my lot back home (that's probably illegal. What the hey?)
The sirens were going off over here a few minutes ago, and as always I am left wishing I was in on what was going on. The police were here, again, and the fire trucks again, and some sort of alarm bell was going off over at Administration but Lord knows what was happening.
I just got back from class (yes, I have class till nearly 10 at night) and am wondering what to do with the rest of my night. Hm. Should probably crash soon.
Tired of being here, tired of being here in pain, tired of just plain being here. Cabin fever is setting in and people are starting to act a little crazy. Take Bre's mudslinging fight outside the other night. She came in coated in the stuff, screaming and yelling with a couple of other people.
Mom says that I should take it easy and relax, but she should try living my life for a couple of days and then relaxing during all of THAT insanity.
Sorry about the whining. I'm just tired. Think I'll listen to a calming Muse song (here comes another round of Apocalypse Now and the pounding piano god) and go to bed. I think the rain is picking up again...
Bye,
Bec
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