Grandpa died and is buried. My uncle went into the hospital, came out of the hospital, and went home. It’s hard to believe that it’s only been a couple of weeks, because I feel so flat from emotional exhaustion.
I keep reminding myself that this coming weekend I don’t have to go anywhere. I can hide out in the condo and stare at the wall if I’m so inclined. (Well, as long as “staring at the wall” is code for “studying for the LSATs,” anyway.) Good thing. I don’t have much energy left to do anything else.
Back to the gym tomorrow. I meant to go today, but slept through my alarm for almost an hour. I figured that meant I needed the sleep more than the gym, but I really want to get there in the morning (Wednesday, since I’m writing this Tuesday night).
I know it’s just the exhaustion talking, but right now everything seems like a herculean effort. I have so much to do, and thinking about it makes me want to crawl into bed and hide. *wrinkles nose* I figure I’ll need about 7-10 days of real rest before I feel like a human being again. But for now, I’m going to bed. I’m wiped.