Tired. I've had a rehearsal every night so far this week, plus one this afternoon. I'm beginning to feel like a music major. But I don't mind it so much... the past few days have felt like a never-ending stream of frustration, and music's nearly the only thing that breaks the chain. I don't feel like it's fair to bother Sam, even when he's playing video games to relax with Brian et al. I don't feel like it's fair of me to complain, either, considering the amazing amounts of work that Yussanne, Rebecca, Andrea, Elaine, Joe, and virtually everyone else I know are powering through right now. I feel weak and whiny next to them. Here I am, a history major, and I can't handle the easy little course load I have. -snorts- It's ridiculous.

I just wish I knew why I felt this way. Anxiety? Maybe. -sigh- I just want to be happy again. It shouldn't be so hard... this is senior year, I have a terrific boyfriend and wonderful caring friends, I enjoy what I'm doing (I think). What's wrong??