Guilt

Don't you just hate it when you mess up and you know it? You feel guilty and just wish that whatever you did wrong will just disappear. And then to top it all off everyone else tells you that you should have done better, when you already know that. I did that twice this weekend.

Number one: I drank too much on Saturday night and not only did we have to call Steve to come pick us up, but I was also completely useless yesterday.

Number two: yesterday was the last day of my eight week class session. That means everything had to be turned in by midnight. It was a bitter realization that I had seriously slacked this session. I did have a very rough 8 weeks, but I still probably could have done better than I did. Feeling dizzy all day certainly didn't help me write all 5 papers that I wrote yesterday. Yes, 5. And yes, they were all turned in late and my teachers will probably fail me just because they are mad that I waited until the last minute. I might deserve it but I am crossing all my fingers and toes and praying to God that I get Cs in both classes.

The good news is that I had written on my calendar that new classes started today, only to realize that they don't start until next Monday!! That means that I have a whole week without guilt to get my house painted and get motivated to blow my teachers away next session.

So today I'm going to do all of the laundry and put it away, wash my sheets, clean out my fridge, sweep my floor, and decide on a paint color. Hooray!!