where others hyperventilate, i appear to clench my jaw retardedly hard. at this point,i think my molars are going to fall out; i am *so* stressed out. there is so much shit to do and not enough time/energy/brain cells to do it. K&T called today and said surprise! they're in vancouver for the weekend! let's hang out!

aaugh! worst timing ever!

i'd invite them over for tea but the apartment is currently a filth-encrusted hovel, the laundry room still isn't done, there is refuse all over the bottom floor of my place, i have a big presentation that i have to design all snazzy this upcoming week (what the fuck made me think i could be art director of a magazine, anyway!?), there's a completely unintelligible article i was supposed to edit three weeks ago, both my prof and MOMENTUM are putting pressure on me to do my internship with them, i have a management assignment to do and i'm running on an average of five hours of sleep per night this week.

*whimper*

why won't sfu give me a week off?

why!?