I've got so many things to do, and about a week to do them. It's weird to have such a final deadline for mundane things like getting my hair cut, doing my laundry, or mending shit. It's so much like a video game where you have to complete all the objectives before moving on to the next level.
Tonight, though, I raced out after an all-too-long evening of arcade games to see my friends for like, 45 minutes. I felt like the party was just starting! But everyone else just wanted to go home and sleep or do other similarly exciting things.
Unfortunately I had coffee and now I just want to jump out of my skin.
This is the story of my life, perhaps!