Down down, down down, down down, down down down...

We've got a lady pilot, not afraid to die.

I am so god damn fatigued. I have so much fucking homework I'm behind on (mostly French... almost all of it French. And some reading). Despite having gotten a little more sleep last night than the night before, I can't think straight today. I'm dizzy and heavy and it's hard to focus in my eyes or my brain. And yes I've been filling my time, late at night, finding distractions, not wandering back home until too too late but... I wouldn't be sleeping anyway. I'm only allowed to have two or three hour intervals at the moment, anyway. Don't ask me why. The season is changing, maybe, or I am changing, or things are changing around me and the whole engine is spinning out of control while I wait for the new gears to mesh. I'm just... having a more difficult time than usual today steadying myself for a moment in the maelstrom. This isn't a bad thing by itself; I live in Chaos. Today, however, I feel out of breath.

I thought for a moment that I was ready to cry uncle this morning. Then I laughed.