Dead. As A Door Nail.

I just churned out a 10 page paper.

Eight pages of that paper were produced in the last 4 hours. Oh, the joys of being an English major.

My brain seriously mushed beyond repair. Like, I may need a brain transplant. Seriously.

Now, all I have to do is two French compositions, a chapter in my French notebook, and two finals. Then, I'm officially a senior.

I'm free!!!!!!!!!!