It is over.

Night class, that is. On the espistle of James, specifically. The main reason for my exhausted state the past three weeks (11 classes of about 3+ hours each). I didn't last long during class -- scumbag brain shuts down about one-third into class. At which point I would start Scrabble games on the iphone (my landslide win saves me from the embarrassment of being a total bimbo, which is what I felt because I didn't quite get the lessons, plus the extensive discussion some classmates have with the lecturer that I'm just clueless about) I just don't have the stamina for marathon classes. My hat's off to all who have. I'll add a deep respectful bow to that. Really. Made me wonder if I should take another class ever. Anyway, pain-in-the-ass-ignment's due in a month. I'll get started on it in about three weeks. Good night.

P/S: I sound terribly grouchy in this post.. like I hated class. Well, not really, I'm just reallyyy tired. But it's nothing a good sleep-in this weekend can't fix! :)