Today’s tweets, in order:
Spazzing. <–there was a meeting of import.
You know when you get nervous and then you get hungry and so you eat but way too fast because you're nervous and then you feel ill? YEAH.
I need to write this last paper and study but I can't stop zoning out. Curses.
(Are you ready? Here's where it gets fun…)
You know what's AWESOME? When you turn in edits, celebrate, eat a cookie, and then realize there is a PLOT ISSUE.
I shall now fix this crisis with some LOUD MUSIC. Because if I can't hear myself think, I can't think about how I f***ed up.
I shall also, while playing said music, try to recall the moment today when my CP compared me to AN AMAZING AUTHOR, and I won't weep.
The weeping, of course, stems from the fact that I'm relatively certain said author wouldn't make such a sad little plot hole.