I feel relatively calm today after my strange evening. I have to go back to school soon. It seems like such a tease to be at home. I want to lie down and nap for a while but my brain hurts on the edges signalling that a nap wouldn't be the best idea. Even the cats seem to know I'm not going to be here for long. They barely meowed hello. I hate Mondays, they are a barrage of work and brain damage until after 11 at night. That's pretty rough for me. It makes Tuesday mornings feel like extensions of Monday instead of separate days. They're Monuesday instead of different entities. The constant state of thinking hurts my brain. I need a nap. Perhaps I will lie down. If only to lie down, and just breathe in the dark, unbothered by books and chatty professors.