The End of a Beginning

So it's the end of January; the beginning to my new year.

I'm feeling a little blue.

I'm awfully sore, tired, and a little run-down. I haven't been sleeping too terribly well. I need to clean my room, our dryer is broken, so laundry is a pain.

Not having a car sucks, because I can't really GET anywhere, unless I ask. It totally detracts from that whole independence thing.

I have too much homework to do, and not enough time to do anything. I want to eat well and cook for myself because I'm able to, I just can't because if I even leave one dish in the sink my sister freaks out and says I owe her money for it. she doesn't even wash it, I just have to pay her for her to look at it SIT THERE. 

Yeah, I know.

So I don't have a ton of time to cook AND clean up.

Bah.

I really don't want to go to FHE tonight, it's a fireside with our bishopric. Waah.

Also, I think I'm getting sick, and my back hurts.

How. Awesome.

I'm not spread too thin, I can handle it usually, but last night I had a conversation (with my mother, of all people) that was the straw that broke this camel's back. Thank heavens for good friends who let you call them at 1 a.m. and talk for an hour and a half. Thanks Victoria!

I want to send myself flowers at work, just to make me feel more loved.

But I won't. That's lame.

On the bright side though!

It's payday. :) Pat is in the office, and Jim's back from Mexico! I get to talk to both Victoria and Kate later today, my homework is almost done (I just have an annotated bibliography that's... due tomorrow... that I haven't started. Eeep!), and Family Home Evening tonight--even though I really don't want to go--should be very helpful. I need the spirit. I am very blessed, and I'm very happy that I don't have school today.

The rest of my year won't be the same way as my beginning has ended.