the home stretch has never felt so...stretchy

This is one of the longest days/nights I've ever had, after staying up until freakin DAWN to finish my senior essay, collapsing in bed at 7, robotically smacking the snooze button every nine minutes for approximately an HOUR until Marissa shut off my alarm, and emerging, groggy and dehydrated, at noon. My stomach was all "get. up. NOW!" and I was all, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, and stomach kind of slaps me and says "if you ever step out on me again with that skank ho Coke and her bitch friend Hazelnut Mocha there will be all kinds of trouble. Do you know who I am? I make you function! Now give me some damn food!" and I, still not quite getting it, weakly protest. Stomach gets all "good cop" and says "I realize it is marginally easier to point and click aimlessly on blog links than to walk ten steps and MICROWAVE something, but I have faith. You can do this." And so I did. Eventually. Ah, sweet nectar of vanilla-almond soy shakes. So replete with so many nutriens, you may be the closest approximation to breastmilk available.

And it did NOT help matters last night that I was listening to one of my jazz mixes and the one song that kept popping up was Peggy Lee singing "I Don't Know Enough About You," like, actually, I DO "know a little bit about a lot of things" (liberal arts, what!) but coincidentally I DON'T know enough about you, paper topic!

And there's still Econ. Woot.