I started all conscientious-like. At this point I have less than a week to do alot of work. Over the past week, I have managed to eke out at least a little bit of work, which isn't a good pace, but is something. Today was supposed to be the day to kick it into gear.
Except that I stayed out past my bedtime last night, felt generally ill until about an hour ago, and have been dealing with boy drama. (If I told you, you wouldn't believe me. Hopefully, it will just be a really funny story.) Almost passed out taking a shower. Needless to say none of this is really helping me get work done. All I feel like doing is laying on the couch under my fuzzy penguin blanket and watch Comedy Central, with the occasional trip to the freezer for sherbet.
I did knock out a rough draft of Part 1 of my film paper. Now I have to jazz it up for Part 2 and sound 1400-1800 words of brilliant. But it's about Billy Elliot, which is one of my favorite movies. And I could watch the "I Love to Boogie" sequence from now until the cows come home. I do want to see Macbett one more time, because it is such an amazing and unique spectacle. Unfortunately, that would involve getting out of my jammies, going outside and being social instead of mildly pukey. And jammies = work.
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