Buddy

Well, Thursday I have a funeral to go to. I've certainly been to my fair share already, but I'm sort of apprehensive about how it'll go. I forget what they're like, funerals. Hopefully, it's like riding a bike.

The stress increases. I have my third and final manuscript due in two days. Less than 48 hours, even. And today I decided to totally change the direction I was going in because it was too ambitious (I've been thinking that for quite some time, but today in class I got a reason to change it). So, lots of work for me, and little time to do it in!