Sarah I know how you feel- I'm just waiting for the weekend as always too. Thankfully my classes are done for the day but still I just wish school would stop in general.
The lamp is burnin' low upon my table top. The snow is softly fallin'. The air is still within the silence of my room..My glass is almost empty. I read again between the lines upon the page. The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim. The shades of night are liftin'. The mornin' light steals across my windowpane where webs of snow are driftin'
-Song for a Winter's Night