The panic has set in. I knew it would happen eventually, and to be quite honest it held off a lot longer than I expected it to. I am now in official panic mode. I’ve been sleeping terribly. Showering is an awful time for thinking. My brain won’t stop.
I want to sleep. Or bang my head against a brick wall a few times. Being unconscious counts as sleep, right?
Nine days until this paper is due. Nine days until my brain gets a rest. Just nine more days to keep my shit together and conquer the first semester of grad school.
This is when coffee replaces food. Five Starbucks a day? It’s gonna happen.