Right now, I'm imagining God kicked back in a recliner, his feet up on an ottoman, with a humongous bowl of popcorn, laughing like a hyena as he watches a movie titled Mallory Learns Her Lesson about Procrastination. Can't you just see it? Because I totally can.
The lesson here, ladies and gents (though I doubt any man reads this blog)? I was not made to procrastinate this severely. Monday is already pretty much over. I have until 3:00 Friday, which from now is less than 87 hours from now, to plan, formulate, and write an at least 7 page research paper, and almost 13 of those hours will be spent in class.
STUPID STUPID ME.
I feel like my heart is in my stomach. I feel like I could burst into tears. I wish I could smack myself.
I'm too much of a nerd to do this! Why did I do this to myself?
It's still possible to do it all and still, ya know, sleep, but it's scaring me majorly.
Pray for me. Pray for peace. Pray for knowledge. Pray for focus. Pray for the words to come easily. But please especially pray for peace.
Oh, and I forgot to mention: I finally went to the infirmary today, and found out I have an upper respiratory infection that I wasn't aware I had because I cannot hear or feel the chest congestion the doc says he can hear in my lungs. So no wonder I've been feeling like crap for a week and a half. Well, it's nice to have answers, I suppose. Hopefully the antibiotic that I have to go back to the infirmary tomorrow to get the prescription for, because the prescription he wrote today was for a medicine is no longer sold or something, will do the trick.
Hey God, enjoy the show? ;)