OKAY PEOPLE!!

THIS IS FUCKING IT!

NO MORE!

When I moved to Rio de Janeiro I got sick. I got tired. My intestines led a revolt against my sanity.

I am now at my parents' house, which is isolated and brimming with hot meals and soft blankets resting on the tops of king-sized pillow top mattresses. WHAT UP, BITCHES?!

In the past few days I have slept.

A lot.

We're talkin border line cat metabolism, people. I take 30 minute steam baths that leave my lips chapped and my muscles relaxed like I'd chugged a bottle of NyQuil... oh wait...

NO MORE!

I'm pulling it together NOW!

Babar writes theses like they were posted notes.
He speaks five languages.
He bench presses Volkswagen beetles...

Starting tomorrow, no more of this sleeping in CRAP!
I'm dragging my tuckus out from under the down comfort at 7:00 am.
I'm going to run and mold my gluts!
I'm finishing this #*@%*$@!! THESIS TOMORROW!