I want to be home.
I wanted to fall asleep last night and wake up next Thursday.
I don’t want to go to Media today.
I don’t exactly want to take a final tomorrow.
I want to be finished writing papers.
I want to be finished with finals and just relax and pack and clean.
Jesus, You’re the Author of Time.
Can’t You speed things up a bit?
I know, I know: If I always got this wish for jumping ahead in time granted, I wouldn’t learn some of the important stuff.
Then can I at least skip Media today?
I haven’t done much of anything for this project, aside from filming a lame “commercial” and emailing my partner a million questions.
I feel sick just thinking about this.
I wish I was legitimately sick so I had a reason to skip.
Except that I have a paper due, and I need my outline back from my other prof.
Ugh. This is so annoying.
Twelve thirty until 2:15 is not going to go well.