I'm coming 'down' from my paper trauma.
It's in, and now I can fret about the grade and nasty mean comments I'll get, never mind my personal thoughts on the class... just... want...pain.... to....cease.... but.....still....get....degree....
My group in my other class, well, Abbot and Costello.
I'm taking the night off :) and writing chapter nine and ordering pizza and not cooking and not thinking about school.
School makes me grumpy, and papers make me fretty, which make me eat ice cream.
I saw Tulips sprouting on the way to pick up Drama Girl from school, which means SPRING IS COMING AND IT WILL BE WARM.
Snow on Friday. WHAT?