"I think it's a sin to sit down and let your life go, without making a try for it."

So this is what the Sunday evening after strike feels like.  When you stayed up until two thirty the night before, and then you lift stuff all afternoon.  Then, you get home and realize you should probably do that homework you never did and realize you should probably study for Bio, like you never did.  Then your dad starts yelling, because the musical is over, so now he has no reason to not yell.  Then you realize that this is gonna totally suck.  As much as the musical stressed you out, now you aren't gonna have stuff after school.  Now you have to actually communicate with your parents.  Man, I just wish last night had lasted forever.  Oh man.  It's over now.  Over.  Happiness.  SAdness.  I'm so darn tired I can't comprehend my feelings.  Come on... Spend a little time with me.