By the end of the day I was feeling the reprocussions; falling asleep thrice in art. Then again, everyone else was pretty distraught about the events of yesterday so not even most of the teachers were functioning as normal.
Later, during my hour break before choir practice, Matt interrupts my sleep and calls me. Funny thing is, all I remember from that 15 minute conversation was "Yeah, I just woke up so I'm a bit... whatever." I don't think I even recognized who it was.
Now I'm completely fatigued again. Fuck.
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