Tales of a Highly Caffeinated JulNoWriMo Enthusiast – Day 7

I woke up at 3AM this morning. Now before I go on, please understand that this is not the first time this has happened to me. Actually, I used to do it on purpose (ask me why, and I might tell you…but then I’d have to stuff you in a car trunk and push that car into a river). It wasn’t on purpose this time. It just happened to be three in the morning, and I happened to be wide awake, and so I got up and started journaling. I mean, what else was I supposed to do?

Eventually I got tired again…so I went back to sleep. For like, an hour. Then my sad excuse for a brain went, “Hey, Meg, don’t you have a paper due in like, 18 hours?” And I was like, “Brain, shut up, I’m trying to sleep.

Needless to say, the paper is written, edited and submitted with plenty of time to spare. Oh, and I’ve made it past 10,000 words, read all about the digestive system, and even had time for coffee, food and church.

Okay, so church was going to happen regardless of whether I woke up at 3:00 or 7:00, but still.


I’m mildly freaking out about only having two weeks of marketing and A&P left. I mean, what am I supposed to do with so much extra free time? (This is where my brain chimes in: “Hey, I have an idea. How about getting A’s in microbiology and accounting and pretending you don’t have any free time so you’ll study more for them?”)

Seriously, brain. Shut up.

I do have much more of an exciting life than this, you know. You just happened to catch me at a very boring and routine segment of it. It’s much more fun when I have things like friends and extracurricular activities and professors to bother.

Speaking of school (when am I not?), I received my unofficial move-in day yesterday, and that’s freaking me out more than almost finishing up two classes. It means I only have a month and ten days left of summer. It means I’m going to have to spend the two weeks between my last final and the day I move back in the sun from when it comes up until when it goes down if I want to catch up on my tan. I’m sure my roommate (er, former) is beating me by now.

Don’t judge us. It’s not our fault we hate being pale.

Love&hugs, Meg<3

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