1 Week, 5 Days

Mood: Irritated.
Thinking about: Tylenol.

Today was rather uneventful, I didn't own my anatomy quiz like I thought I would because I confused lacunae with canaliculi in a moment of weakness, and forgot my song to remember the parts of an osteon. Frustration consumed my tired brain. I managed to get a stellar 2/14 on Wordmasters, which is always a day-maker. At the end of the school day I went to Moes with Virginia, which was glorious as usual. We get silly conversations and talk about breaking my sweet tea addiction (psh, whatever...)

I came home and my grandma responded to my letter, which always brightens my day. We discuss books and talk about the day-to-day happenings of our lives. She lives in Detroit, so I hardly ever see her, which makes her letters extra special.
On another note, my hip felt sore and achey today, which was no fun because I had to walk around a school all day. That, plus a headache made me quite sad. I guess I should learn how to stop complaining about the little things. After all, something much bigger is coming on fast and I need to learn how to forget the little things. I can't believe my surgery is already tapping at my chamber door. Damn raven, just let me be.

"Strength does not come from physical capacity, it comes from an indomitable will." - Gandhi