Bloodshot eyes

So what’s the matter with having extremely heavy and bloodshot eyes? What’s wrong with having hyperactive sebaceous glands excreting oil that polishes the skin like Johnson’s Floorwax? What’s wrong with getting less than eight hours of sleep?

The world is just the way as it should be.

I’m just tired. “If you’re tired, Lance, why don’t you go to sleep now and write this entry some other time?” Dear reader, if you do exist, I write this before I sleep because I want to record exactly how I feel. The good thing about a blog—or even a private journal if no internet connection is available—is that it enables you to document your memories properly. If, at a certain point in your life, you’d wish to peruse what you’ve written ages ago, you could always search your blog’s archive.

This day proved monumental for me. I’ve had two exams: Chem 26.1 in the morning, Math 54 in the afternoon. Both were mentally—and physically—exhausting.

So there. I said it.

Tomorrow, I shall wake up to a brand new day.