Of Deadlines and the Undead

I woke up this morning, discovered it was April, and promptly flattened my face into the pillow.

Seriously, Time, can’t a girl catch a break?

I’ve been rambling forward for weeks now, a zombie only surviving through caffeine and Archer reruns as I balance school and work and editing this 200 page manuscript that really does not want to be edited. The only brains being devoured here are my own, gnawed on by the rotting teeth of stagnation and procrastination.

I know I have to get these things finished. I know I’m reaching the end of the race. I just can’t seem to pick up my feet any faster (necrotic tissue and all).

Anyways, if my flesh starts to look a little green, I’m sure it’s nothing that a little Cover Girl can’t fix.

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