Dull

When I say nothing happened today, what I mean is I read the most poorly-constructed paragraph I've ever seen, wrote a storyboard for a trailer for flying rocks, ate an experimental muffin, introduced everyone to my new stress ball (proving much more useful than I'd hoped =) Thanks), rendered my teacher temporarily speechless with laughter after taking his instructions too literally, and assisted in getting my lit class to try communism for another year. But although each of these are stories in and of themselves it's just... not relevant to me. Everything feels like it's coming from very far away. I hope I don't lose hope. I also hope this headache goes away. And this tiredness. And this darkness.