Sick sick sick. I have Lit shit and geog essay due. I completed my geog essay an hour ago, I still have my lit shit undone. This is downright perverse. The moment I am done with an essay, another hits me right in the face.
Lit shit is sick. Othello, John Donne, On His Blindness. All rubbish, I say.
I'll try to complete it within my two breaks tomorrow. Till then, I need my rest.
