tired and re-tired

I got home and the house was sleeping.
I put a blanket over one of my roommates and shut his door.
Then I realized that might be creepy.
I tried to figure out how I could manage my schedule.
This is what I came up with.
Tuesday - Get notes for History essay, call bus station, call dad for money, pack.
Wednesday - Go to History, catch the 4 oclock bus to New Brunswick.
Spend as much time as I'm allowed with Anika and then call Lisa.
Thursday - Back to the hospital, maybe see a few friends in town when visiting hours are over. Possibly get high with brother.
Friday - catch the 2 oclock bus, bring luggage home, get to the One World right on time.
Saturday - Crunk Jungle, try to do some work.
Sunday - work, then Cultural Studies/History/Religion essays to get done.
History is due whenever I want.
I went to talk to my teacher, and when I said the words 'my little baby sister is.... ill' I started crying.
I left the room and cried on the side of the building.
I think I'm worrying myself more than I should.
But I'm terrified.
Cultural Studies is due on Thursday.
Religion is due on Friday.
I work Sunday, Monday and Tuesday and I have to get all three of these essays done by the end of next week.
I can do it, or die trying.
My teachers are awesome and so understanding.
I feel bad for all the wasted days I skipped when things we're perfect.
Before the madness began.
Work was okay, my manager was being super awesome about my whole deal.
I left early and came to hang out with Amy.
I'm going to go home and read a book on Budhism.
I have to read this book and then write a 12 page paper to make up for a test I missed.
I'll probably just end up reading more of Andy Warhol.