May God have mercy on my soul
Yeah, I'm at Langford again. It's 9:15am, and I got here last night at 10ish. I'm really tired. And on the verge of going insane. Paul and I stuck our heads out the window at 6:30am and screamed at the top of our lungs, that helped some. He started twitching occasionally last night. Really. Julia is literally ill. She's gotten 5 hours of sleep in the past three days, so that's a big reason why. Wow, I was just going back and fixing my typos, and there were a whole lot. The bane of my existence is due at 5pm, but I calculated that it's worth only 16.2% of our final grade. So I cease to give a shit at this point. For better or worse (probably worse), it's over and done with at 5. Actually 4:30, since I have to hustle to Kinko's to get it copied. Yeah, it's at about 61% finished right now, and I have only 7 hours left. I'm screwed, and I don't really care. I want to sleeeepppp. And I'm avoiding work. And I don't care. Are we seeing a pattern here? At least I haven't started hallucinating yet. Please make it end.