unnumbered essays
unnumbered books
all to be read by a certain time.
i never want to see another word again. i don’t even want to proofread this to make sure i didn’t spell anything weird or change my tense upteen times. is upteen even a word? i feel an ache all through my body and its telling me i need sleep. lots and lots of sleep. and i’ve slept. yesterday, today and probably tomorrow. but i can’t afford to. i need to work. i need to read, i need to edit and proofread and reread and rewrite and there’s too much to do. not enough time. why do i do this to myself every semester. sure i do it. but its miserable.
magic would be a super help.
oh well.
you know how it goes..win some…lose more.
ttfn
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