jazz in the morning
Friday morning. I feel kind of like my mom today: eternally busy, flitting from one task to another. I'm blasting jazz music to keep me company, as always. I've already done the dishes and swept and taken out the trash, and now I'm sitting down to write this real quick before diving back into my assigned readings for a quiz later. March has been hectic like that, but somehow I've always had time for myself at night. Maybe it's the revenge bedtime procrastination. It's definitely the revenge bedtime procrastination.
It's one of those months where I'd have absolutely no idea what went on in my day if I didn't write it down. Everything's being pushed out of my brain in preparation for the next thing I have to think about. I think I've been pretty on top of things, if not for a few academic mishaps that I can still come back from. I need to do better, but I'm confident that I can, this time. The things I do for Latin honors...