I don’t remember the last time I frowned this much. It’s probably a not a good sign.
To be fair, there’s been a lot going on. Midterms, essays, Nanowrimo,
school-related books to read, grad school applications, letters of
recommendation, portfolios that’re necessary for graduation, writing
contests, (pathetic) attempts at a social life, keeping my
(grease-fire-burned) hand from stiffening back up to the point where I
can hardly write, etc.
Sleep kind of fell of the Wagon of Importance for a while. So did
eating real food. So, of course, I got sick. Spent fifteen hours
sleeping last Saturday, and ta-da, I’m almost well enough to do all that
self-destructive stuff all over again, all for the sake of making it
through my last year.
I’ve got a Latin midterm tomorrow morning. No, I’m not ready. Do I
know more than last year? Sure. Will I pass? Also sure. But…
I don’t know what the “but” is. (Is this all there is to life these
days? What happened?) At least I got an extension on one of my essays.
Does anyone wanna write me a bomb-ass letter of recommendation? That’d be really, really helpful, thanks.
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