Failure Days...

So today has officially been marked with a big, fat "F". Barring the fact that I woke up and made it to my first class on time, I haven't done anything right .... or at least not well. I took a nap instead of seeking creative ways to find fitness in someone else's home. I went for the cadbury egg instead of the yogurt. I won't even tell you what I had for dinner. And I can't seem to find my deodorant anywhere... And now I find myself sitting at the kitchen table, sporting my hot fiancé's Duke sweatshirt (that's right anything to feel closer to him) and the closest thing I could find to a "feel good tiara" and waiting for the pressure of tomorrow's psych test to kick in. I had a MAJOR childish meltdown about it earlier to which I went to my room, sat on my bed, and cried, not just about my lame psych test that has the potential to keep me from graduating, but about my failed day. It happens. Praise God for new mornings. Now on to Memory and Problem Solving