I made a list
Of all the stuff I’m going to get done tomorrow, because I don’t have school until 3:30. Namely, do a bunch of cleaning and research and outline a paper that’s not due till the end of this month. Great plan, right?
Except as I wrote it, I laughed involuntarily, because I know that tomorrow morning I won’t give one fuck about the list, and I’ll sleep till noon/watch a million episodes of The O.C. instead.
It’s like half my brain is like “You go, girl! Be productive! Get it all done early!” and the other half’s like “Ahaha, you’re so cute and naïve and you do this every semester. Stop trying.”
