It's technically the 9th already--1:57 am--but the 9th means something different to me so it's still the 8th as far as I'm concerned. A few minutes ago I finally fitted the lip over my nice fat professional program application. I'd love to say it's done and ready to turn it, but due to time and duty commitment, I still need to rush over to the Blaze tomorrow to burn my track to a CD. At least everything is done and made. I will feel so relieved once this thing is out of my hands. Or will I? You know, I realize it's 2am and I stayed up this long to finish my application, but I really didn't procrastinate. I mean, I maybe could have started it weeks in advance, but I've really been using all my time to my advantage. I don't think I've realized until now just how busy I am. It's difficult because I've got things scheduled in the morning and at night so it's hard to find a break. I drank an energy drink around 11 and it's just now wearing off...just enough boost to do some 2am tiding up before nodding off to sleep. And then, well, then I get to suffer through French before I can enjoy a piece of Friday, and the weekend won't be much of a break for me, but at least I'll be home. Carrie