And lo, papers were the death of her
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
So I'm still writing (still writing, and writing and writing) term papers. Obviously I'm not right this second, but that's only because my fingertips have begun to bleed and my left eyeball popped out of it's socket. I had to take a break. I had to, or I'd go manic, which would be sad for my roommate, I like him. I don't want to kill him.
I have lots left. Papers, mind you, not sanity. Not lots of papers as in all of them, but enough to make me a teeny tiny tad bit nervous. I've got ten left, 7 chapter summaries (all one page, hopefully they'll be easy and I can just retch them out on paper by four or five this evening), two longer papers and a response paper on a novel.
I took a couple of breaks, wandered around my house, forced myself to make lunch (I hadn't eaten since about seven this morning, which was bad news bears) and now I'm giving myself until 35 after to do whatever I want, and then it's back to the exciting world of term papers.
The goal is to finish the chapter summaries and the response papers today, and the last two tomorrow. All of them are due by tomorrow at midnight. If I don't turn them in, will I turn into a pumpkin?
Tha'd be okay by me, pumpkins don't have to write papers.