Tired

I am physically burned out...or burnt out?...and yet my mind is spiraling to thsese new, great heights. I tried to lay down and rest, but my brain just went into over-drive; too many things to do, too many thoughts to think.

I have been toying with the idea of posting my old diaries on a blog. When I say old, I mean 6 or 7 years old to present time, all in chronological order. I would post an entry a day, or every few days, completely unedited, bad spelling included. I love the idea, because as I go back and read them it just amazes me how I've changed and how we all grow. Oh, the things I said--insane! The boys I liked, the problems I thought I had...they are all just so, so ironic now. I think that I will start it up soon. I might even include the drawings I did. My personal evolution. Neat.

I have a physics II test to prepare for, also. It is tomorrow. Alas, so many formulas! With millions of ways to screw up every single problem, the odds are against me. They are piled on top of me in fact, and I am drowing in a sea of electrons...

Cheers.