If you want to know how my boots are doing, they're awesome. I stomped through every bit of inclement ground on the way to and from and to and from school today.
If you want to know how my assignments are coming, they're lousy. I just lost three pages because I am an idiot, and I don't really care to explain how, because now I have to go rewrite them.
If you want to know how many brain cells I have, you can come count them. They're lying in a puddle on the floor beside me.
If you want to know anything else, you'll have to wait until I'm done tearing out my hair.