I have a very long investigation project due... tomorrow. And I lack black ink. And my colour ink is sort of spluttering off before it dies, too.
Ah, procrastination. You get the adrenaline pumping.
So far: 28 pages of utter bull shit. Yay!
I also need to pay for my trip to Punta Cana. By Wednesday. Which means I need to stop indulging in...
you know, everything else.
Ah, money. You cause the grey hairs to pop up.
Also,
Several Miles from the Sun is on hiatus until... beta writes chapter 17. Co-writing, yay! Because my soul wasn't good enough for you,
moonlitroses!
And then there's the case of modding, grading papers, approving art, studying for exams, and, wait for it,
breathing.
...Ooh, shiny new episode of Naruto.
ETA: Now my fear isn't running out of ink, but running out of paper. Feck.