I suck. I'm lousy. I suck.

It's 2:30.

a.m.

I never stay up this late.

Nor do I function well sleep-deprived.

I'm behind in studying for public management. There's a quiz tomorrow. Wait -- today. It's today. Fuck A.M. means today.

Perhaps I got a little cocky, having done really well on the last quiz.

I'm afraid I'll do lousy on quiz two. Which can be generalized to mean that I will do lousy. Which can be generalized to mean that I'm a lousy grad student. Which can, of course, be generalized to mean that I'll do lousy in life. Which directly translates into me being a lousy person.

Oh god. I'm lousy.

Oh the workings of a perfectionist mind.

I really like this class, though. I want to do well.

Well, shmell.

I want to be in close proximity of my pillow.