I was just thinking all morning. It killed my morning off hardcore.
I cheered myself up in German by drawing a picture. It's a drawing of mine and Gillian's daughter painting, as she once described to me.
I also wrote a bunch of stuff around it. Just kinda inspiring myself to keep going type stuff. I had a real "I'm dead now" morning.
Brought on by myself of course, as usual. I've been thinking again the last hour or so, and it's killing me again. I'd go to sleep, but I'm afraid of my dreams lately. Nothing bad, it's good stuff, but I wake up crying from it. I just want it all to go well, and I guess for a few seconds after waking up I believe it to be true, my dream, and that makes me happy, then the fact I'm awake kicks in and I have a good cry.
I was actually crying in German class too. I don't think anyone noticed though, thankfully.