GUYS SAVE ME. I have a 20 page paper due in the morning, and because I have both ADD and the self control of an angry 2-year-old, I only have 7 pages done. I can’t make myself start working on it again. I keep trying. I’ve already accepted that I won’t sleep tonight. That cup that is as big as my face? FULL of coffee. I don’t drink caffeine normally (oh the joys of being a classical singer) so it ought to pack a punch, but fuuuuuuucccckkkk why do I always do this to myself? I don’t even know what I’m going to do this week, because after this paper, I’ll have to go talk to prospective students on no sleep, then write program notes for my recital (a long way away, but I have to do 2 sets a semester), compose a piece at least 32 measures long, and read a book I don’t even own yet. By Tuesday. I just want it to be May 4th so I can see the Avengers and be done with classes. Exam week will literally be my easiest week of the semester, I just have to survive until it happens!
*end gratuitous whining of white only child living comfortably in America*