delga | { oh, find me a cowboy who gets lost in the moment. }

I totally rock. I came home at 11, I did a teensy bit of shopping, was sat at my desk at noon and then I totally kicked the shit out of my essay. Seriously, I finished like fifteen minutes ago which is awesome because my plan had me finishing at 8 o'clock. !!! The only downfall is that now I have to sit here and type it all up. But only after I've made some toast; I'm bloody starved today.

But hurrah, one essay from three done! The film one I'll do over the weekend (due Tuesday) and is likely to be a lot less stress (mostly because I don't have to reference; for the essay I just did, I totally referenced texts I haven't studied in two years because my brain is weird enough to remember shit like that. Page references and everything. SO WEIRD); the Af. lit journal is due a week later and I'll do it next week because it's reading week. Thus I will also be reading next week. And doing laundry. And going to see Transamerica omg.

See how happy I can be when you take stress off my shoulders? Now I just have to find a copy of Pound's Pisan Cantos to take to my seminar tomorrow and I can blag my way through af. lit. OK. Toast, then typing. Yayz.

eta: Also? I'm totally nearly ready to post the Numb3rs drabbles. This fills me with inexplicable glee (inexplicable because they're mostly boring BUT THEY'RE NEARLY DONE!)