Bleh.

Laid down. Took a nap. Feel a bit better...partially because the sun has gone down, so it has to start getting cooler /eventually/. I hope. God, I hope.

Today I ran face first into a glass door. I wasn't, for the record, in a good mood /before/ that. For the past several days, I have been...extremely unhappy. In a quiet sort of way. It's not a in your face sort of discontent, but my patience with people, including myself, has been slipping further and further away until there's nothing left. I don't really /like/ people right now. I don't like myself, either. I don't like school, or work, or...well, you get the picture.

I keep telling myself that I just have to survive this one, last month, and then I'll be okay. After this, I don't have a class until July, and I've got an entire week off from work scheduled in May, the week of my birthday. With no assignments, and once I've got the main problems at the office nailed down (It's GIS. It's /always/ GIS.) then I can rest. I can relax.

But right now I'm staring at a half-finished paper that I just can't think of word one to write to continue it, and I strongly suspect that everything I previously wrote for it is entire crap, and I'm having real trouble thinking that I'm going to make it through that month.

So, I don't know. I just don't know.