Tired

Sometimes I think I am too tired to really write anything and on top of that I don't have anything interesting to really say. But writing is all about writing. Maybe it's not important what you write if you're using it as a therapy technique. Maybe the act of writing itself can be helpful.
Still trying to finagle next semester. It's proving to be quite a challenge. It's like tetris, I just need all of the blocks to fit.
I came home and crashed today. I woke up and it was dark. I had a mini panic attack because I thought I had slept through work the next day. I just hope that I can sleep tonight.
Also, I picked up the razor while I was in the shower to shave my legs and thought: "Who am I shaving for? I could go all winter and no one would even care or notice." But I would care. So I shaved for me. I guess it's also like always wearing clean underwear, you just never know...