I just wrote three papers (plus works cited) and completed a four page take-home exam, watched a documentary, and wrote a(nother) paper about said documentary.
Oh, and had this conversation:
Me: I have a terrible confession.
Kate: Oh god, don't tell me.
Me: I'm watching Journeys With George
Kate: Why?
Me: Class. Don't ask. Anyway.
Kate: Please don't tell me.
Me: I have just kind of fallen in love with GW. Just a little bit.
Kate: I SAID DON'T TELL ME.
Me: He was talking about his BELT BUCKLE! HIS BELT BUCKLE! And being all...Texan!
Kate: I'm never speaking to you again.
Me: That's okay, because after this week, I'll no longer have functioning brain cells, which will make me a really dull conversationalist.
Kate: But perfect for your new crush.
Me: You're creeping me out, now.
Kate: I'm comfortable with that.
In the span of six hours.
I hate everything. Especially school. Especially knowledge. Especially the knowledge that even after ALL OF THIS, I still have two finals to study for and take, but I can't even think about that right now, because I will cry. Mostly I am kind of mad at myself for procrastinating like two procrastinating things. But. Finished. So. That's...something? Maybe?
Oh, except
this! I really don't hate this. It made my entire damn day, for reals. *g*