One word. So many implications.
Here's a quick snapshot of me (not a real one, thank the Lord, because that would be BEYOND UNPLEASANT as you're about to find out.... ..... ..... .... .... .... .... ....... ..... *DEATH BY OVERUSE OF ELLIPSES* Grammar Nazis attack! Sirens blare! I've been caught! I've been caught!!!!! ... Okaynevermindlet'smoveon*):
Ahem. Me. Today. This morning. I am studying in the library. I have not bothered with makeup since Saturday. My hair is unwashed (not going to go into details there you'reverywelcome) and in a headband (have I mentioned that the last time I wore my hair in a headband was, oh let's see, sixth grade?). I have been running on an average of six hours of sleep per night and four or five cups of coffee distributed unevenly throughout the day. I am still wearing the clothing that I fell asleep in last night. The mental filter that usually disappears around 11:30 p.m. resulting in random hilarity and uncensored comments and things being far funnier than they should be is already gone (and it's only 9:30 a.m.).
My mind is completely stuck in the fantasy world of my current project (which I'd far rather be writing right now) (no, that document has totally not been open on my laptop all day being added to discretely and gradually) and I decided to teach myself how to draw last week, so my notes are filled with cartoon faces of varying levels of amateur, unintended creepiness. AND on the few occasions that I manage to rescue my mind from a world that doesn't exist and jam it into memorizing three chapters on media law for my COMPLETELY SHORT ANSWER NEWS WRITING FINAL TOMORROW (what the heck? Seriously. What the heck?) it wanders into a mix of the guilty pleasures that have been helping to
So, yeah. I think I'm managing pretty well.
It all begins tomorrow.
*Did I mention that my sanity is presently questionable at best?
