"Change is inevitable. Except from a vending machine."

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I Have:
A cat sleeping on my head
A film class lined up for the summer.
An apartment in Staunton!
Two more years of college.
Balls of steel. No really. They're for excercizing my hands.
Fucking hypersomnia. What is this shit?
Every intention of actually keeping up with my flist.
Eight scene analysis due this week.
One Anth paper due this week.
A shot at passing my classes.
A growling in my stomache.

I Need:
To go the fuck to sleep.
To learn my lines for tomorrow.
To analize those scenes.
To write that paper.
To figure out what's become of my Irish Heritage card.
To start packing.
To spend less money.
To beat my fucking stomache into submission.
To get serious about editing my poetry.

I'd Rather:
Keep watching Stargate.
Eat a sandwich.
Drop out of school.