I don’t feel like writing anything substantial today. In fact, I don’t feel like doing anything at all. Here’s why:
- Miles, the boy I talked about in On Being the Only Girl, died on Tuesday morning.
- Today, I went to his funeral.
- I haven’t slept for two days.
- States for our government and politics competition is tomorrow.
- I am entirely worn out.
- My eyes are still puffy from crying.
- I just want to lie in bed and read Big Girls Don’t Cry until I fall asleep.
