I almost dropped English today. With a deadline at work bearing down on me, I couldn't see myself getting around to writing answers to essay questions on Fahrenheit 451 this afternoon. Amazingly, I managed to type out about six pages of bull in short order and English was saved to live another day. Boy howdy! The best part was getting my paper back. Yes, of course I got an A on it. 495/500 points. Apparently, my wine-soused babblings on homelessness were entertaining enough.
I'm in the bell jar. The air is closing in on me. Maybe it's more of a crucible, though. Feels a bit warm in here.
I am running laundry. I haven't eaten. I have a project for work that I am presenting tomorrow. My house is a disaster. I have work in my other classes. I have bills to pay. I have pets to feed. I have children to entertain. God help me. That's only the beginning.