Gucci looks funny, though. She, like every other pet I've had, likes to be in the sunlight, but there's only a thin strip of it left on the couch. Therefore, she's stretched herself out in order to maximize the ray-and-surface-area contact and in the process her head has fallen in between two pillows. She looks like headless beagle. I'd be concerned if she wasn't snoring so loudly.
Aaaanyway, it just occurred to me that this is basically finals week? Oh em gee terror, much? I have to go do some more research and interview more for Salem yet, and I'm meeting with Pam tomorrow to discuss how I'm even going to approach this story. I really, really, really, need to do my costume renderings tonight if I'm ever going to make it back to S.R. Harris and actually calculate how much they're going to cost. I also need to throw together a feature article for News Writing and reporting... and I know what I'm going to do, and hopefully it won't set me too far back in terms of my other stuff. I think I should be able to get the info for it and write it this weekend. It'll be shitty, but it'll be something. I also have lab reports, holy Jesus... lab reports! Gah!
Whatever. I can do this. Breathe. ... I need soda.