Why is it that I can wake up at 4:30AM (again, not on purpose) and write 2,000 words without doing much thinking, then sit down later in the day to scrape together a decent post and can’t even think of a good lead?
Oh. Maybe it’s that whole waking up before the sun thing that’s frying my brain. Or, you know, fifteen credit hours crammed into two months (while still attempting to write a novel).
I think the crazy train has left the station. Bordering psychosis, now, don’t you think? Of course, I’m the only one allowed to say that. It’s okay when it comes out of my mouth, or gets from my brain to my fingertips and therefore onto this page.
Forgive me. I’ve only had three cups of coffee today.
Um, excuse me. No.
I have two more A&P lectures and then a final. Of course, between then and now, I also have a test and two quizzes to ace. Still shooting for that A, though it’s quite a long shot at this point. At least I’ll pull of an A in marketing (because if I get a B in an online class, I’m sorry, I’m finding a cliff and jumping off of it. End of story).
I turn 21 in thirteen days. Do you know what that means? Yes, you guessed it: chocolate cake. I finally have a good reason to eat chocolate cake until it comes out my ears. It’s my favorite day of the year. I haven’t had chocolate cake in . . . a year. Which means I’m long overdue for some cake, of the chocolate variety, preferably in multiple layers.
But first, I need to study how the digestive system works. (Funny how irony just happens to sneak up on you like that.)