Don’t know if I should call it a cosmic joke, a test or the Man upstairs just being playful with me.
I’ll write about it when I’m feeling better. I’m worn out from doing chores and a ton of homework, wherein I discovered I can’t conjugate for shit (I’m taking Spanish) nor make sense of financial formulas (I’m also taking Finance). Must be information overload that’s getting to me. And that’s just two out of the five classes I signed up for.