Four Weeks, Five Days

33 days to madness
47 till Christmas
5 days till Skyrim
Too many damn days till Sherlock


Scratch that first one. I'm there already today.

I am busy glaring at this computer screen as if it has done me some great personal wrong. It makes me feel better. My brain has quit working and I have three weeks of school left, so it’d better start up again and fast.

And now I’m hearing Pop Goes the Weasel in my head. It must be Monday.

Three bloody assignments down. Four to go. One nearly there, three not even really begun. I am in for a rough two weeks coming up here if I can’t get my neurons to start firing SOMETHING off that isn’t poetry, fanfiction, or novel stuff, because that’s all they’ve been firing for the last three blooming weeks.

Add to that: I have to work tomorrow, so the laundry and shopping has been pushed back to Wednesday, but only if I don't have to go and do homework on that day. So it might be Thursday. Or Friday. And if I get Saturday off this week it might be then. But I don't know. Sunday's shot through because of the CONCERT! EEP! which I'd forgotten all about until this very morning. Then I remembered that, yes, it WAS this weekend, you ninny, and you have tickets in the 5th row.

Yes, I called myself a ninny. Out loud.

The neighbors must be sick of me by now.

Sigh.

I must get back to work.

Ta,
Bec