I am, you know. I've got a one-inch fuse right now, so if you'd like to pick a fight, I'm your girl. Someone here at the office said I had "senioritis." "You so want to ditch today and go get that 'prom tan'." And truer words were never spoken.
8 days. Eight days. EIGHT DAYS.
And yet, miles to go before I sleep. (In.)