Sunday, December 16, 2007
The nearer I get to the end of a semester, the more I start to freak out. Part of this is due to me being my father's daughter and trying the art of procrastination to the limit. For instance: I have a 10 page paper due on Monday and I'm not yet a full two pages into it. This results in a plethora of anxiety attacks and occasional break downs. Which, in turn, results in The Boy worrying about me (he's good that way). And tonight my teeth have been chattering off and on, even when I'm warm. And I keep shivering. We aren't sure what the cause is, but maybe I'm dying. And if I am, then all of my roommates get an A.
And now I'm on to continue the paper writing. Probably I won't be sleeping tonight or tomorrow.