Exhausted, yet Excited

I am exhausted. I have yet another stomach bug. School is still not done, and I am behind again. I am supposed to be someone's matron-of-honor, but I don't even have time to be a good friend. I miss my husband. I feel like I never see him anymore. I am aiming at being friends with two people I swore I'd never be friends with again. Why? Because they begged me. Now the one I thought would anger me has hugged me and the one that once hugged me has angered me. Fucking men in all their fucking ways. All of them. All of you! Seriously. I will be eligible for my degree in two weeks. I will not receive it for about 8 weeks. I am so tired, but of course, I cannot sleep. On the upside: life might not suck like I generally assume it does. I mean, yes, it sucks, but I'm starting to feel something resembling a purpose to all of this...this....ridiculousness. These seemingly random oddities of humanity.
On the news this morning I saw that a Japanese man who had been adopted as a child won and Olympic medal. What is amazing is that his biological parents, who had no idea what had happened to their beloved baby that they had no choice but to give up, saw this on tv. Now they are reunited. Tell me that's not odd. Tell me that is random. Lies. It is fantastic and it was completely on purpose.
So while people confuse the biznitch out of me....I am learning. I am learning that I just need to be satisfied with who I am. And I am pretty cool. I know this because I have a multitude of friends who are amazing. They call me their best friends. They call me their sunshine. They call me and say they miss me. How great is that? How great am I? Pretty freaking great, that's how. Yeah me!