came back to the room after a futile attempt at studying in the library; managed only to watch the rugby videos half-heartedly and almost fall asleep while discussing with steph.
and didn't realise exactly how tired i was, until i woke up and found myself on the floor. i was knocked out cold for almost 3 hours; when did i crumple to the floor?
and because i reached hall around 5 plus and woke up at 9, i missed dinner.
so i'm sitting alone in my room, feeling hungry and desolate.
i'm running on empty, i know.
and strangely, i'm hurting.
