After a week of stress, lethargy, and general not-awesomeness, I somehow found (in the midst of finals no less) a good day.
I got a 96% on my research paper for my Psych 428. YEAH THAT’S RIGHT, A 400-LVL CLASS.
My short story was really well received in my Creative Writing class. Everyone laughed at the right parts and thought my idea was fun and evocative.
My 10 pg American Lit paper deadline was pushed back from Thursday at 12pm to Friday at 4pm!!
I finished my research paper for my Psych Methods class.
Molli and I discussed my Wallace Stevens paper for half an hour and I emerged with an excellent outline, a kick-ass thesis, and (eventually) a bomb ass muthafukin paper.
I spent my 4/20 being insanely productive. YEAH BOIII i got dat shit done. smoked a fatty blunt of straight up PRODUCTIVITY. its all i do. i give a fuck.
