.Beautiful Disaster.

Fatigue
thats the word to describe what i'm feeling
nuff with the books, papers and highlighting
being cooped up indoors wit the dreary rain pouring
i'm nuthin but a miserable slob

Its getting worse as my acnes multiply incessantly
And i think i could be spiralling into mild depression
Been feverish, voiceless, with the nose running
Body achin like its protesting
I'm nuthin but a miserable slob

Barely just a week before i get a siesta of sorts
A temporary liberation,
A longed for respite.

03.05.07, 1100!
My countdown begins.