I have a final tomorrow that I haven't studied for. I didn't even opened the book to study all weekend. I spent the entire day yesterday, when I should have been doing laundry and studying for my final, reading in bed, with the fan on high and blowing directly on me. I finished one book and picked up another (after a shower and a quick run to 7-11 for Diet Coke and Vanilla ice cream). The whole day! In bed. I'm a lazy little lump.
However, now I have a test to study for and no time to do it. Looks like an all-nighter.
My apartment is a pigsty. I have three or four knitting/ crocheting projects piled at one end of the sofa. You can't see the coffee table for the pile of magazines, bills, and knitting patterns. The end table is full of CDs, DVDs, and books. The computer table is so full of crap that you can't see the laptop (which is useless anyway because of its age and the lack of internet connection). And the alcove--don't get me started. I was too busy before vacation, and I've been too busy since (if you count reading all day as busy). Now, this wouldn't be so much a problem, but the landlord, you know, Frau Busybody, is coming to look over the place this week as a pre-inspection before the Codes inspector comes next week. I have to clean. I need a maid.
Product presentation in three days for which I do not have a lunch scheduled, the times scheduled, or any motivation to do either. Dang! What's wrong with me?
Okay, I need another cup of coffee and some nourishment. Then, I'll buckle down and get this new releases stuff done and also, maybe, order lunch for Thursday.
Panic over. (kind of)