This has been one helluva month--for everyone, not just me. For my school friends, we all had research papers--some of us two at once, including myself, for my parents, much difficulty at work, and my dog has been having issues too: he's been escaping from the yard and wandering around the garage looking for us. He's fricking Houdini; I don't think you understand how amazing his escapes were.
Anyway, the worst has finally passed, though I almost believed that I was not going to make it through the week. Now that it's finally over, I feel so much better. Of course I survived. We all knew that. And even though I'm still working on stuff, the worst is over and it's wonderful. I think I can actually get some reading and drawing done now. I can actually do something other than slave over my English homework or have my nose stuck to a piece of notes. Finally I can relax.
It feels like I'm surveying the destruction after a bad storm. It's time to rebuild now so let's get to work.