I passed in an essay, took a vocab test, thought up and wrote a chunk of a short story in third person, studied for all at once and then took a culinary test, got a project in Psych, drove home and ate a canolli, went to steves, stirred a pot for hours, went to work, came home to cupcakes, frosted said cupcakes, wrapped up each cupcake. came home. It felt like a very long time though.
Work especially felt like forever for some reason. It was like nothing...nothing...nothing...BUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBSUY...nothing...nothing...OMG KILL YOURSELF YOU'LL NEVER CATCH UP.
And yeah. Stuff keeps getting stuck in my teeth and it's annoying cuz I bit the tip of my tounge and it hurts to try and use it to pick stuff out.
I just ate not one, but two bags of popcorn.
Tomarrow is delivery day.
And sunday is consumption.
I want to catch up on my sleep! Maybe do some painting. Finally see my girl, even if she isn't my girl anymore. She's still my best friend.
And yes. Bed.