One of Those Days

Yep, here I am again. I feel low. My homework has been going... slow. I can't focus and my brain is tired.

I knocked on his door earlier to take a two minute break, and he barely looked up from his computer. I asked him how his work was going and got a one or two word response. I wouldn't have distracted him for long, but he could have at least shown me the courtesy of stopping for a minute and asking how MY work was going. It made me feel invisible. I was mad at first. I didn't show him. My anger changed into a feeling of disappointment. Disappointment that he disregarded me again. I do not knock on his door constantly. I only knocked that one time today. I guess even that was too much.

I know that I should keep reading, but I literally cannot get my eyes to focus on the words. I can only read for so long. Tomorrow is not going to be a fun day for me, thanks to my lack of motivation all weekend. I don't think I really care though. My mental exhaustion is starting to feel like physical exhaustion too.

I almost feel blank at the moment. Like I don't even have anything to say HERE. I am growing tired of my own complaints. I am sure that I will feel better in the morning. That seems to be how things work. Which reminds me--I should never have a serious conversation at night again. Nighttime makes things seem different--more dramatic. From now on: only serious conversations during the day. I just have to remember that.