Plucked

[raven]

I'm bored.
So, so tired.
Would give anything to just go to sleep now, but even I know that won't do the insommnia any good.
The history this afternoon wasn't too bad. It was like I thought it would be, maybe even better, and I'm not panicked about it. It's the maths I'm still freaked about.
I have nothing to say. I would try to keep myself awake, but I just don't want to stay awake. There's nothing to be awake for.
It's Helena's birthday on Wednesday. I hadn't realised it was so close.
Thanks to me, her new favourite song is Suicide is Painless.

Tomorrow is French and English Language (again). I need to write my coursework piece tonight. I have a strong urge to just leave it, and not do it, and see what happens.
But I have to, I know. I also have to read over the anthology of poetry.

I enjoyed my walk home today. I was free. It was cold, and clear, and windswept, and I was free.

I'm only going to be free for another eighteen hours or so.

I've been downloading stuff again. I got Jimmy Eat World's Praise Chorus, and also Plucked, Bad Days and Airports, all by Something Corporate. It occurred to me I'm on the way to having every song they've ever recorded.

Anyway. Sleep.