I spent 12 straight hours on Saturday huddled over two novels, exhaustion stinging my eyes, the dull inside lamps casting eventual shadows along each tired page.
I spent my Sunday (after managing to step into the sunlight for church in the morning), gazing into the taunting eyes of my laptop, writing critiques for 30 page stories, and writing (and still writing) the first of at least five essays that I have due before Thanksgiving.
Perhaps a glimpse into my future?
IlovemymajorIlovemymajorIlovemymajor.
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