For the last few days I have been hidden in a cupboard.... Occasionally surfacing for the odd rollie or two.
I cannot even begin to write all the things in my head. There is so much. I cannot begin to even think about anything other than my goddamn cupboard! Everything that I am worried about/should be thinking about has just been replaced in my brain by coupboard feaver. I. Feel. like. Poop.
Panic is setting in now. Omg just so much panic. My project is going to be shit. It's going to look like a big fucking bag of shit.
I have so much to do. and tomorrow is the last day.
I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO!!!!!!!!
I might go and sit and panic somewhere... or make lots of lists.... or how about I actually do some work?
Great one.
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