In which I seem to possess some semblance of a social life after all

Instead of spending last night asleep in front of the TV and being totally unproductive as I'd assumed would happen, I ended up having a very mini eclipse/avoiding work party, cuddling with a boy, getting nicely toasted, resolving some still-lingering Emily Issues, and still getting nothing concrete accomplished.

But hey, Haley and I decided that we're gonna dye our hair together, so it was all worth it.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go cram about 3 days worth of working, laundry and thesis writing into the next... 18 hours or so.

*scampers off to be productive for once*

PSA

I would just like to announce that I am having a nervous breakdown.

70 more pages. Just over a month.

I can't do this.

If anyone needs me, I'll be gibbering quietly to myself in that corner over there.

(On the upside, I found out today that someone awesome bought me a year (!) of paid time for my birthday. Perhaps I shall make a gibbering-quietly-to-myself icon in celebration.)

EDIT: And there it is. A quality use of my time, that was.