Sick of it.

Yeah, I'm sick of it. I'm not exactly sure what I'm sick of, but I'm quite ready to be done with it. I don't know, I'm not feeling so well. I'm healthy, for the most part, I'm just... weary. I don't particularly feel like writing this right now; I don't particularly feel like doing anything right now. Nothing bad has happened to me in the past few days. I'm going to be done with finals soon. I'm going home on Monday. I should be excited, right? Right? [Sigh] I don't know. I blame the damned everyone else in the world. I'm going to go watch TV, maybe if I feel better later I'll tell you all about my pretty new shirt.