Rushed out my assignments during the weekends, just finished a paper due tomorrow! And I'm quite happy with the work because I was writing coherently, I think. (It's a philo paper btw)
My sanity was kept because I ran and God, You are awesome.
Off to work in the morning before school, my life is above freaken average.
I am really living one day at a time, battling deadlines by the day.
Shhheesh, am I also slowly growing fonder of working? Or maybe I'm a creature of habit.
I'm looking forward to the coffee.
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