Kick Drum Heart


Twenty yawns per hour is my record

I am exhausted. My skin’s so dry it’s itchy and my eyes are searing with fatigue. I want to go to bed, but it’s not even close to bedtime.

Another yawn comes on again as I sit here thinking over my busy schedule. All county rehearsal tomorrow after school, then I go home to tutor a girl at four. At five I get to shower, then rush around and try to make sure Michelle and I are ready to go back down to the school for the chorus concert at six. Hours later, I’ll finally reach home and have time to myself… which I will put to use studying for the AP History test Thursday and finishing any English homework we might have.

Tomorrow will most surely be a “hump day”– where you have to keep going and going until you’re over the hypothetical hump and rolling into Thursday, which inevitably leads to Friday, which then leads to…

Saturday. Saturday is my shining red beacon in the midst of this hectic, tumultuous week.

My focus right now is to just get through tomorrow, though. Then maybe things will calm down a little.

…or maybe not.

Now I’m going to go help my sister understand trapezoids. Now I’m going to go help my sister understand trapezoids.

Shit, I seriously just typed that twice. Ahhh, I’m leaving that. I need some sleep.