Not For the Life of Me

So don't judge me, but I'm having kind of an off day. It's the kind of day where for the life of me I can't keep my eyes open, and my brain functioning at the same time. For the life of me, I can't recall how my jeans do in fact have grass stains all over them. For the life of me I cannot think of the next segment of time I will have that will bear the label "free." For the life of me, I cannot keep a sentence coherent and concise. For the life of me, I don't know how my brain is going to retain the hour and a half load of information I am about to receive on InDesign. For the life of me, I can't get rid of this pounding headache. For the life of me, I cannot make my hair un-static. For the life of me, I can't get that stupid permanent marker off of my hand from Monday. For the life of me, I cannot make 24 hours a day turn into 37 hours a day. For the life of me I cannot wait until bedtime. For the life of me, I cannot tell you how much I love my classes. Thank you, and goodnight.