Failing at Life

The First failing at life was again cooking. I was testing to see if my pasta was ready and blew on the spoon to cool it down. Then I popped it into my mouth. Still boiling, it was really painful and some of my mouth is still burned. Life is hard.
Yesterday was a bit of a rough day in general. The problems were probably all due to the fact that I have not had a full night's sleep all week, literally about 3 or 4 hours a night. I had class at 9, 12, and 4 and group work in between. No free time for Toby. The first class was fiction, where I had to give a formal critique and talk about other peoples' works. Everything went well, Shaun, whose story I critiqued was not devastated or anything, so that's always good. I did use my hour between classes to get a 25 minute nap before organizing a bunch of plant stuff. Blah blah blah I made it through the day and it seemed everything was fine. The major event was trying to glue plants. We had super glue and needed to get it out of its box. I used a knife and successfully pierced the actual bottle. Within seconds eight of my fingers were covered in glue, making typing and doing just about everything difficult. Luckily they didn't really get stuck to anything.
I also wasn't in a great mood after rugby practice so i thought i'd read some of the short stories to make myself feel better. The first story was this depressing thing on how life is fake and that everyone's opinions on things are just meant to please people. The second one was just bad. Mood not improved. TV and then 12 hours of sleep did improve everything Everything's good now. The end of the week is always better