I’m drinking orange juice in hopes I can ward off whatever end-of-semester plague seems to be heading my way. Blah. I’m not that fond of juice. I used to love all kinds of juice and whenever my family would go out to eat for breakfast, I ordered grapefruit juice. Apple juice makes my stomach uneasy but all others are fine. Really, after doing the diet when all we drank was water, I still don’t drink a variety of liquids.

I go on to class in about 50 minutes. Inside, my willpower and my brain say to go home and clean before taking a long bath and asking Ash to take care of dinner. But my body says to go home and crawl into bed. And my inner Hermione says to study French. I hate being conflicting.

Maybe it’s this cold weather that’s kicing my ass. Tomorrow the low is 27 and the high is only 50. I can already see myself leaving work early.