ah, stress
The treadmill plan has officially been fucked. So has the eating-sensibly plan. If I have time to eat at all between now and Nov. 1, I will be very grateful. (Possibly time crunch-induced starvation will lead to butt shrinkage? No, probably not, because whenever I have the opportunity I'll end up eating 20 Oreos for stress relief.)
Right. ( Brief overview of current deadlines and other reasons to panic: )
( Of course, the reward for all this is: )
In other news. In all that spare time I haven't got, I am working very, very hard on this damned fanfic. I promised Dana and Susan they'd be able to read it by Oct. 1. It is now Oct. 14. Clearly, something has gone wrong somewhere in the process.
I am going to go scream now. And then get back to work. If I don't post again between now and November, you'll know why.
Right. ( Brief overview of current deadlines and other reasons to panic: )
( Of course, the reward for all this is: )
In other news. In all that spare time I haven't got, I am working very, very hard on this damned fanfic. I promised Dana and Susan they'd be able to read it by Oct. 1. It is now Oct. 14. Clearly, something has gone wrong somewhere in the process.
I am going to go scream now. And then get back to work. If I don't post again between now and November, you'll know why.