Here are the extreme things i've done this week.
1. Slept a total of six hours over four days. Seriously.
2. Combatted this by consuming ten times my weight in caffeinated beverages. Bad move. I'm still feeling the effects from this. This is what I had for breakfast today:
No, of course I haven't been drinking straight out of the bottle. (I am, HELP ME). I think I'm officially an addict.
3. Spent an average of twelve hours a day with someone I'm not going to see for four months. This was dumb, and now I'm sad.
4. Packed the entirety of my dorm room into my VW bug, Jose, in under an hour, BY MYSELF. This was kind of a big deal. I have no clue how I got it all in there, but all I know is that I can't see out of my rearview mirror anymore. Also, it was raining. Really, really hard.
***POST EDIT: I would like to give a shout-out to my wonderful sister Aly for helping me in the moving process, by doing, for example, things like vacuuming my room and keeping boxes in her car and being nice to me even though I was sassy and frazzled.***
I kind of thought that the next few days were going to be boring, and that I was going to be sad and lonely and have nothing to do. But i've honestly never been so productive slash manic in my life. I don't think this behavior is going anywhere, either. My blood pressure has permanently increased. Spring semester, BRING IT ON.
Who needs temperance when you have diet coke?