A Matter of Time {I knew it was coming}

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.