Three

Location: Templeman Library
Mood: Tired but happy
Days since crashing a car: about fifty

So I got my essays done. Finished about fifteen minutes before deadline, so just enough time to print them out and get them in the box before the lady put her seal on it. Seems like it always happens that way for me, no matter when I start - and this time I started the last one at 2 a.m. on Monday morning. Seems like the thing inside me that takes care of all that stuff knows when the right time is.

Now I gotta go apply that to my living situation, as we may have to move out of our place next week. I guess that ought to be a little scary but, like my essays, I don't seem to be feeling anything about it - no sense that I need to begin, and no juice flowing through my veins. I guess I ought to trust that. Maybe the same thing that got my work done on time is gonna sort this one out too...