Tuesday, March 2, 2010
A hundred years
Today I feel weary.
Walking from the central library here in Philly to the subway, I felt like sitting down and crying. My feet hurt, my back ached. I was (and am still) so tired. My brain hurt too.
Like it's a suitcase I've overpacked. It's ready to burst at the seams at any given moment.
I feel like I'm not really learning anything useful but my head is being crammed full of useless information and it gives me headaches.
I need to sleep for a hundred years. Even then, I'm sure I'd still be tired.
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