I can't quite figure out why, but I've reverted to a wibbling pile of procrastinatory worry over the past week... I've been getting things done on time, but not without throwing off my internal clock with queerly-placed naps, missed meals, and late nights spent wondering whether I should spell Kublai Khan with an "i" or not. I've found myself sitting in front of my sketchbook, ready to draw out some concepts for one of my studio final projects, only to Screw It All and curl into a fetal position on my bed and think. About nothing in particular. Not fun.
Despite my funk, Kelly put up with me and we went to the gym, and luckily enough talking to Kelly + Gym = a much happier Claire, so I'm sure I'll be able to make it through this week. Methinks the combination of impending doom finals and the stress of getting myself ready for Mass Mysteria caused me to go temporarily mad. MWAhahaha.
Speaking of mysteria, Adam- we need to make final arrangements for this weekend so I don't end up getting any more lost and confused than I need to be. :P I'm probably going to order my train tickets on the morrow, so If we could chat via livejournal/MC/phone/telepathy that would be absolutely marvelous!