pma

i totally did nothing today, and it was totally fabulous. last night, cory, joey and i stayed up until 6 am working on the final touches for the flying squirrel and the treehouse. by that i mean that joey did the graphics on photoshop and cory formatted the layout of the paper while i repeatedly fell asleep next to him, with my head on the living room table. i spent about two hours thinking about what to write for the single paragraph introduction to the treehouse (the new cultural addition to the squirrel that has earned me the title of "editor"), and only got it all typed out when joey commandeered my computer and forced me to collect myself and get it done. i don't function very well past 3 am, i guess.



this morning, i woke up an hour after my first lecture had started, and then didn't get out of bed to take a shower until it was too late to make it to my second class. i eventually got ready in time for class number three, but instead, mad and i ordered bj's and feasted in the apartment. and now, my plans include trying not to touch any more food for at least three days and watching "now and then" before my dad comes to pick me up. i have the final dermatologist appointment tomorrow, which means i'm going home tonight, and that will further this feeling of complete and utter distraction i have right now. there's a technical term for it. it's called "pma," or, for the layperson, "post-midterm apathy." i'm going to have to figure out a way to shake this soon, though, considering i have two midterms next week and about fifteen chapters to read before then.