I need a doctor.

Or for the next 5 days to be over. I'm tired of stressing. This morning I woke up at 4 and my first thought was I didn't do any Spanish this weekend. From that point on, there was no more sleeping. I can't wait to go home. I can't wait to sleep in my own bed without fear of dying from a 10 foot fall. I can't wait to take long hot showers with a shower head that actually works and not have to wear flip flops. I can't wait to eat all of my Dad's good home cooked, covered in all that southern goodness food with my family. I can't wait to ball it up with some of my bros even though I'm no longer Blurple and none of us are any good. I miss the Bros, and the Hoes too I guess. I just can't wait to be home and to not think about stuff that should never even cross my mind in the first place.

"I'm about to lose my mind, you've been gone for so long, I'm running out of time."

On a side note though: I love formal Mondays and today I look fly as hell. Blues tomorrow, at least I'll look good this week. "Mmmmhmm you know that's right."