SAVED!

Mood: dieing of organizational-crisis-induced stress
Music: The Beatles - The Fool on the Hill
WINE AND BEER! in: 27

Oh man. Just a few moments ago I thought I was done. I thought I was toast. I thought I was uckfé'd. (That's pig latin for fucked.) My head was spinning! I was overcome with that feeling of you-screwed-up-and-now-you're-gunna-PAY nausea.

But now I breathe easier. The weight has been lifted. I have been pardoned from death row. For I have located my (atrociously out-dated) mark sheet. (For Tutoring.)

You see, after failing to locate said mark sheet in my binder this morning (after I learned that I have an assessment tomorrow), I came home and literally sorted through every single stack of paper in the HOUSE. And that. People. Is

alot

of

freaking

paper.


Anyways. As I sat on the floor of my computer room, with the contents of my backpack all strewn about, on the verge of a massive anxiety attack, I thought I would look through my binder one. More. Time. Just to be absolutely certian. I began in the front and gingerly flipped each page one at a time. I flipped through Tutoring. I then flipped through World Issues. Next, I flipped through Yearbook.

Nothing.

Checked the front pouch.

Nothing.

Checked the back pouch.

(Both of these pouches I checked three times this morning...)


...'Lo and behold...

Now, in order to think straight after this terrifying ordeal I think I need to get something in my stomach... preferably something in pill-form...

Ta Da.