Will Monday Morning Kill Me?

In the back of my mind I'm vaguely aware of things like Grammys and budgets but my brain is too wrapped around a mess of realtors and school work to really be aware of them. I seem to spend a lot of time wondering about how long I have home...with the ever changing house offers and potential escro timelines, 45 days, 30 days, 100 days, 60 days, 20 days, tomorrow....

I save my dad sometimes and call him prattling on about how the Bible could have been translated if the Hebrew language doesn't contain any vowels? and how the first mile I've ran in a year almost killed me and that I've lost my 9.06 mile time because it somehow became 10.30.

Then I get to thinking about how cute my new hair cut is and how Alex is going to kill me when I tell him what I accidentally did.

 

But finally I realize the end to a weekend isn't the end of my life and that I will pass my final exam tomorrow and that I will be able to wake up at 5 in the morning for clinical. And maybe Alex won't kill me.