Day 156 of San Diego

I... had... SO much homework today... I had to read a short story for ENGL, I had to read four stories for SOC (I'd call them long essays...), and I had to take care of six pages worth of questions for NUTR.

I don't really want to talk about what happened yesterday. Until this late afternoon, I began feeling better. I think I became unknowingly depressed from leaving Mason. I honestly didn't want to head back home. San Diego felt like home. I was having a great time there; going out to eat, taking walks - the weather was perfect, mind you. Although my mom was there for a business trip, I think she had a decent time as well. She was glad to see Mason. So was I, of course. <3

I hope the depression doesn't last too long. It's... pretty bad. I'm not sure if I'm acting this way ONLY because I'm upset I had to leave Mason. I didn't think it would be that traumatic considering we deal with leaving one another every time Mason's on Leave. I would figure I'm used to the back-and-forth situation. Maybe it'll take a bit longer...

I... don't have much to say about today... Tomorrow starts another week of school.

However, I do have a question... Why do humans assume weekends are "time off" days? I think they're more of "make up" days. We're too busy over the weekdays to finish everything, so we have to wait until the weekend (which is supposed to contribute to relaxation) to catch up. Thanks, WORK.

Goodnight!