Two papers down...

printed, emailed, and deposited in the appropriate receptacles.

Now, why don't I feel more at ease?
Oh, wait, that's right!

BECAUSE I STILL HAVE TWO FUCKING MORE.

I'm kinda tired of writing papers... as you may have noticed. My brain, is dead. My shoulder, is cramped.
and I'm kinda scared/intimidated by my next two papers... both 10-12 pagers, both just minal word windows without real substance yet, just quotes to use and snippets of dialogue to analyze, and I only have til Friday. *panic*
...
*cry*
I need someone with their wits about them to slap me in the face and make me realize that I'm not fucked yet and that I really can do this.
Maybe I should write a letter to the author of my lifestory:
Dear Mr. Invisible Hand that Controls All,

Do you think it would be possible to arrange for me to fight a giant meteor with a guitar, or my not-my-twin twin brother who likes to lick me and wants to destroy humanity, or some horrible hentai monster with tentacles, or really anything instead of writing these two papers???!!!

Your Grateful Puppet,
Cat