Back from my vacation of sorts, which was lest restful than I planned. I didn't really accomplish much that I had initially set out to do. Mostly this is because I was up late at night, having mini heart attacks, and writing. Not writing here, obviously. Not even writing on the internet. Like, writing real stuff. (I'm as surprised about this as you are.)

I was working on a project of sorts, which had to do with school -OMG MORE SCHOOL WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING- for which I was writing, writing, writing up a storm. And people? I am all written out.

WRITTEN OUT. <--- proof, if you ever needed it, that what I am saying is true.

Seriously, here's what last week looked like:

I only left out the photos where I'm rocking back and forth and crying tears of stress and frustration ("I'm so excited! I'm so scared!") in the bathtub. You'll just have to imagine those.

Thankfully, I've just recently completed said project, and am slowly slowly slooooowly coming around to the idea that writing may, one day, not be equated in my mind with pure and utter torture. With a little help, I've even been able to sleep again!

And it hasn't been all bad. There were a few good moments:

I only left out the photos of me napping cause that only happened like every other hour or so. Oh naps. I missed them so much. Aren't they the best? I'm pretty sure the Yeah Yeah Yeahs meant to write an ode to naps but the printer messed that shit up and they kinda got stuck loving maps. I would have demanded a reprint, but that's just me. (I got your back, naps.)

(Isn't this so very clearly the mind a person who NEEDS a nap? Like, right now?)

Anyways, now that super big huge scary awful terrible project is behind me, I've gone from spring break directly into summer. It's pretty safe to say that it's gonna be smooth sailing, from here on out. At least until school starts again. And that's so far away I'm just gonna put it out of my mind until the last second because that has certainly never bitten me in the ass before!

Cheers!