So...Damn...Close...
I have exactly one page left to write for this damn final paper for Chip. God, it's not like he's even going to read it. Everyone was else was all "I'm going to talk about furniture!" "I'm going to talk about cats!" "I'm going to talk about Stacy!" and Chip went "Yep. Sounds good to me."
As long as I turn something in that's 8 to 10 pages and mentions some topic and cites stuff from two books we read, I think that's all he's looking for.
I'm all ready to go for tomorrow at work too. Wrapped my pollyanna gift, consolidated all the crap to put in the bosses' gift basket, will actually get to bed at a decent hour considering the rate I'm going.
Stuff to do Thurs and Fri: finish Christmas shopping and motherfucking pack because Jesus Christ in a week I'll be looking for Yukkii's apartment and harassing Leslie in person.
As long as I turn something in that's 8 to 10 pages and mentions some topic and cites stuff from two books we read, I think that's all he's looking for.
I'm all ready to go for tomorrow at work too. Wrapped my pollyanna gift, consolidated all the crap to put in the bosses' gift basket, will actually get to bed at a decent hour considering the rate I'm going.
Stuff to do Thurs and Fri: finish Christmas shopping and motherfucking pack because Jesus Christ in a week I'll be looking for Yukkii's apartment and harassing Leslie in person.