Cocoa Krispies: The Breakfast of Champions
I hate Tuesdays. All I want to do is sit in my bed and watch episodes of Modern Family I missed while I was away at college. Dear motivation, if you would like to return, I would be most grateful.
Every other day of the week seems to have purpose except Tuesday. Monday is the first awful day (my hall mate calls it "Asshole Monday"), Wednesday is Hump Day, Thursday is almost Friday, and then it's the weekend. Bam. Tuesday is like that awkward cousin that gets invited to all the family functions but no one actually wants to talk to or deal with. Gross.
Besides my hate for Tuesday, there are several thing I need to get done this week that I should work on today.
My play. I want the first draft done by the end of the week.
A couple of short essays. I want them done so I can submit them next week.
Homework. What's the point of a break if I'm stuck reading sociology observations, writing a paper on Sir Isaac Newton, and pretending to like environmental sciences? Blarg to the max.
The Prospect. We have several new writers joining our staff and it's nonstop communication about how to work Wordpress and what to write about and how to add links to a post. So much work. All the time.
My latest Her Campus article. I think I'm the worst person to ask for advice on style.
Well...see you peeps at the end of this God-forsaken day.
