Curse my inability to refuse spending time with my suitemates!!

Thursday morning I was worried that I wouldn't have enough time this weekend to finish all of the tasks that I needed to complete. I sat down to write a list and figured that if all I did from Friday afternoon until Sunday at midnight was eat, sleep, and attend a 2hr Kenpo class that I'm taking on Scripps, I would still need 10-15 hours to finish everything.

So much for doing anything fun this weekend, right?

Well, right, unless you're me. And by that I mean unless you simply cannot refuse an invitation to spend some quality time with your most favorite people in the whole world.

So of course Friday comes, I'm sleep deprived as all hell, and I'm genuinely ready to start a whole weekend of work. Yeah, it's going to be tough but I'm keeping my eyes on the prize at the end of the race--actually starting off a week at Mudd NOT completely drowning in work. A few of my suitemates are not in as dire a position as me and so start to enjoy themselves over the weekend and despite my best efforts I can't help but spend some time with them. A few hours, max, but c'mon, I haven't seen these guys all week! I've been staying up late, coming back late, and leaving the suite early. Plus I just love them to death and can't say no.

So here I am. Sunday night. How much did I get done? Not much. How much do I have due this week? A frackin' ton. How much will I sleep before Friday? I saddens me to think...