Lana feels

I'm not a fan of gray weekends. Jessica and I did the Friday-Saturday thing, but I fear I was exhausted and probably not much fun to hang out with. I'm still tired. Somehow I don't really wake up on gray days, gray Sunday days... I really want another shower, but we have advisor dinner in an hour and I'm just... Tired. Not awake. Time goes so slowly, but I know it will all be done so soon and then I find myself thinking about... things. It's such a silly wonder-wander-world and I make no sense when I'm half-asleep.