There are three papers I had to write today. I have -- written none. I got an extension on two, but one desperately needs to be written before tomorrow morning. Somehow. Someway. I have really no clue what-how or what-way. But, you know. We'll see? *laughs very very weakly*
I've made an executive decision to forge on with the rest of my night as best I can. This may be somewhat kamikaze on my part, but I have my reasons. And some of them are almost *valid*, too.
In conclusion: John Sheppard=yes.
Oh, that's not quite a conclusion, what I meant to say next was: OMGYULETIDEWTF!? WHY MUST TIME TORMENT ME SO BY PASSING!?
I hope I'm not the only out there who's got virtually bupkis written, because if you're all being on top of things and completing your stories in a timely fashion and not feeling the last minute burn with me, I will be sorely confused by the lack of procrastinatory community. I'm just sayin'.