T.G.I.F.

This week felt like two, and I am particularly pooped today. I think this morning's breakfast for winning homerooms (xmas door-decorating contest) left me with zero energy. I would like to sleep now. Someone get me a matress and a pillow, now.

I have come to the ominous realization that I will not be at school next year, which means I have so much crap to clean out of my cupboards and a ton of documents to be stored. I think I will enlist some helping hands (in other words, some poor students who I will have suckered into helping me) to move boxes. I sense Rubbermaid containers in my future.