This is getting ridiculous.
I'm so excited to go home that I'm completely incapable of doing anything.
Spent all day planning all the stuff I have to do before I go, and didn't really do any of it.
I now have a list of things that needs to be done, which in reality is enough to fill two days, and I have about... 24 hours do to it.
And what's my conclusion to all of this? Let's watch a movie!
Not go to bed early, or do some of the shit tonight. Nooo, movietime.
*smacking my head agains the wall*
I have to clean the apartment (all of it), do all of the dishes, pack my stuff, go to the store, have time for a workout, wash some clothes, and have breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Oh well, at least I'll have something to do tomorrow then.
Edit: watched a documentary called Blackfish. Please watch it.
