ohhh.

Why don't I have everything done?

I wrote my Fear and Loathing summary, which took way longer than it should have. Seriously. I'm slow with everything, tonight. And I'm going to be so tired tomorrow. Now I need to write about another book. With step father looking over my shoulder, reminding me of the time.

Work Ethic: You asked for this.
Myself: Suck it through a fucking straw.