I'll let you be my chaperone at the halfway home

Muuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

I stand at eight-and-three-quarters pages. Pretty impressive, considering I started writing it Friday. On the other hand, I need to write at least eleven more pages to even pass the class.

I am not even half done, yet I feel like I've been hit with a brick.

I just want to go to sleep, and it's only eight-forty-fucking-one o'clock.

I bet I could write at least three more pages tonight, if I worked really hard.

Please kill me.