Do as I say, not as I do.
As my departure date looms (three days and twenty-two hours until I hop on the plane!!), so do the due dates for my papers. Why am I making such a big deal about six measly papers? I have always been a paper generator, literally spouting out words that string together like a piece of yarn made out of the wool of a very fat sheep. Like, world's fattest sheep. Monster sheep with a wool as thick as the day is long.
My brain is just so very clogged and I feel like I'm entirely made up from gobs of anxiety. (Is that the papers talking or the embarrassing amount of eggnog lattes I've been drinking?) I hate that this is my last experience in England. I don't know if I expected to be having tea with Kate or be leading some parade in a little English village...but this just isn't how you're supposed to say goodbye to your has-been-home.
That being said, you know where I'll be. (In the 'quiet study' section of the library basement.)
If you need me, I practically have my mail delivered here, now. ;)
Thoughts of encouragement go out to you, too! I know I'm not the only one going through all of this paper writing nonsense. It's final exam week for everybody, so I'm on your side! You've got this, sparky.
xoxo
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