Pain.

Except for having to run to make my 8:00 class with my own weight in textbooks hanging off one shoulder, yesterday was not that bad. Except for having to stand in the Registration Line of Doom, yesterday was not that bad.

This morning, however...

I pulled a muscle in my arm with those books. Thankfully it's the left, and I'm right-handed. My legs are also killing me, and my back isn't too happy either. I was out of shape yesterday, and I found myself thinking then, well, we're gonna fix that in a hurry.

Which would seem to be the case.

Today's lineup-
8:00-9:00 - free
9:00-9:50 - math (pre-alg part I...)
10:00-11:00 - free
11:00-12:40 - French II
1:00-2:50 - Biology lab.

Please let me get out of that lab early... Yeesh. After that I get to hang around school till Mom gets off at 4:00; suppose I'll do the homework I will doubtless have by that point.

Funny though. I've spent all this time dreading the first day; I forgot all about the second.

This has got to get better, right? Tomorrow I will wake up hurting less, and less bleary-eyed. Right?