Climbing the Walls ...

I feel like I'm the only schmuck/student working today. Not only is it Spring Break, but I gotta keep my mind occupied, too. And my head already feels like it is splitting open.

I must say, I've never had such the feeling of climbing the walls like I have the past week or so. I can't concentrate enough to read but a few pages, so I've been watching tv. I force myself to go outside and play with my dog. Oh, I do wonder what she thinks of me lately ...
I call home to get reports from my mom about how the family is doing. I decided not to fly home for the funeral. The money issues are too much.
I know I moved far away from home, but nobody expects something like this to happen.

On a lighter note, I received another request from a friend to be his baby-momma. Yes. Another request to procreate with him because, well, why not? He did list other reasons, but there's no point in listing them here. Apparently, my age is suppose to make me very desperate to this request.
I was polite in my first response. This second response included the words "never" and "stop it" and something along the lines of "It's MY fucking LIFE!"
He wrote back about how selfish I was, how could I do this to my parents (not giving them a grandkid, I guess), and what an empty life I lead.
What a fucking life, indeed.
In the morning, he sent two emails with apologies, but I'm done. Seriously, done.