i’m not in the mood for class. i want to go back to bed.
our tutor just arrived. class is in five minutes, ug.
maybe we are doing art, i cant remember the timetable. at least i have the morning to just get through, then in the afternoon I go volunteering.
well half the morning, the second half we are cooking, i enjoy that so am looking forward to that at least.
i think i’m making soup. a tunizian soup.
i just have to get through this first hour and a half. the depression is bad, but if i try real hard, i think i’ll get through it.