What a great start to a new week.

It's bad enough when I ended up procrastinating on a Sunday night trying to catch up on all the assignments due the following week.

I woke up the next morning at 9:30am to some horribly abrupt banging sounds as if the house was going to get destroyed. I was too tired to care, so I just went back to sleep. A few hours later, the banging only got louder and louder and yet I still didn't care. I still slept through the morning because, honestly, I need as much sleep as I can. I already have so much to do throughout this entire week.

11:30am and I finally wake up, but not because I wanted to. My mom knocked on my door to tell me something that just made my day worse. I had an uncle that was somewhat close to the family become extremely sick for the past two weeks, though I can only assume lung cancer is the reason. Anyway, my mom knocked on the door to tell me "we lost him". At first, I wasn't hurt by it because none of us were close to him lately, but as the thoughts of the past came by where we used to get along so nicely during childhood, I started to have this sharp pain in my gut. It's not a pleasant feeling, and I can say this first hand since I freaking cried like hell back during another relative's funeral 3 years ago. Even aside from that, I felt the need to cry now but I just can't.

Oh, and that horrible banging sound I heard all morning. Apparently, it's the guys my mom hired to fix the roof of our house. Yay new roof.