for reasons undiscovered and unmentioned, i feel very very UGH.
all i want to do today is stay home, not talk to anyone, watch tv and read books and not worry about studying.

"Actors are so fortunate. They can choose whether they will appear in tragedy or comedy, whether they will suffer or make merry, laugh or shed tears. But in real life it is different. Most men and women are forced to perform parts for which they have no qualifications. Our Guildensterns play Hamlet for us, and our Hamlets have to jest like Prince Hal. The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast."

- Lord Arthur Savile's Crime by Oscar Wilde

that describes exactly what i'm feeling and thinking.
and it's a rather nice short story.
quirky bordering on disturbing but a good short read nonetheless.