I have so much to do and so little time to do it in. Lessons to plan, Arabic to learn, an exam to prepare for on Friday, more crap to enter into more spreadsheets. I haven't even done the laundry I've been trying to do for over a week.
Mom gave me a really bad trashy romance novel while she was here visiting last week, and I can't seem to stop reading it.
Help. I'm supposed to be working!
Am I the only one who feels like I deserve something yummy and delicions (like a fresh baked chocolate chip cookie, maybe) after having spent over 20 of the 48 hours of this weekend doing work? I feel I am young and free-spirited, and I'm not supposed to spend my Saturdays (or Sundays, for that matter) in front of a computer.
Is this what adulthood is? You can't be serious. I'm going back to the romance novel right now.