Somehow I made it through yesterday without killing myself/everyone else. I broke my streak of perfect scores on Russian vocab quizzes, though. Fuck.
I helped plaster the campus with posters for NaNoWriMo. Half of the boards where we were supposed to be able to post them didn't even exist, and the other half were in obscure locations--like, right outside the Kirk Gym. Did you know that there's a gym in the Kirk Building? I didn't. Okay.
I napped for an hour (ugh, I know) and went off to work. It was very, very busy right up to midnight. After midnight, the only people coming in/out were smokers. The girl after me got there late and I was still awake after 3am. And then I woke up at 6am. So I'm running on less than 3 hours of sleep. Fuck. But yeah, my new NaNo plot is a strange contemporary fantasy/mystery/steampunk hybrid. In other words, I'm screwed on so many levels that it's not even funny anymore.
Tomorrow I have a Russian test that I'm probably going to fail miserably (fail miserably = lower than an A) and mass amounts of French bullshit. Fucking Russian. Fucking French. Why do I like languages again?
Okay, time to Be Productive.