mmmmeaty.

My brain feels all...mmmmeaty. like hamburger meat, or possibly ground up bacon. It's hard to say.

What isn't hard to say is that I have absolutely no interest in finishing any of my work for the semester, and I have successfully spent the past week actively avoiding anything that resembles a final project.

In fact, my abstract for my (only significant) final project was due on Nov. 20th, and I still have yet to so much as select a topic. Yeah...

And yet, I remain somehow, totally unconcerned.

It's not due until the 18th, and I'm pretty confident in my ability to pull this out of my ass in its entirety in the later hours of the 17th. I'm not sure what exactly that says about me, but I'm sure it's not good.

Then again, maybe it is.

My brain feels like meat-mush, so it's hard to trust its judgement right now.

I woke up extra early today, with every intention of at least looking into the kinds of topics I might want to consider doing my project on. Instead I've cleaned the house, taken a bath, watched season 1 of Archer, gone to Starbucks, taken the dog for a nice long walk, (inexplicably) gone to Walmart just to walk around, updated both facebook and instagram waaaaayyyyy more times than is acceptable, and now I'm writing you. Which is not at all to say that writing you is last on my list of thing to do, but rather that I've been trying to avoid another insufferable, oh-my-god-I-don't-want-to-do-my-homework (apparently I forgot to finish this sentence because you called me. Lol.) post, because I'm sure, by now it's become monotonous.

It's safe to say nothing is going to get done today.

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