So it is Wednesday night. I work at both my jobs Thursday and Friday. Translation: I work 9-3 and 4-10. And I have the draft for an 8 page final paper for grad school due on Friday. At least I have an outline in place! But man alive, it's going to be a challenge to finish. Plus, there's another 3 page paper due this Tuesday that I probably won't even be able to start until Saturday night rolls around. It's a furious finish for the last two weeks of this class. I'll look forward to that one week break before beginning my 14th and final class in mid-May.
Where does the line get drawn between negativity and realism?
Between hope and insanity?
Between confident and arrogant?
Between intense and anxious?
Between love and hate?
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