I am, very literally, sprawled on my spring-ridden mattress. I came home not too long ago after my night class, and I’m just exhausted.
But it was a good, productive day. I met with my academic advisor to talk about shifting my studies, and met with the director of the Women’s Center of my school about a project we are doing in the fall. I met up with some old friends for dinner. I attended all three of my classes.
All good, amazing things, making tonight’s rest well-earned.