Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
I'm not stressed, I'm not worried, I'm not anxious...I just have no earthly idea how I'm going to get everything I need to finish done in the next 28 hours. Finishing everything seems absolutely impossible at the moment (unless I pull an all-nighter, ugh), but what makes me refuse to surrender is the heart-chilling fear of my MUN taskmaster. Ahh! He's scary and already mad at me and good lord! I'll get it done! I'll get it done!
Work from 12:00-9:30pm.
Friends house from 9:45 - 11ish
Research like crazy and write a policy statement on the "Effectiveness of the UN's Convention on Transnational Organized Crime"...11ish - ???
Work from 7:30am -2:00pm
MUN meeting where said policy statement must be turned in at 3:00
Work again from 7:30-9:30pm.
Gah! So yes...the magic must take place between 11pm tonight and 7:30 tomorrow morning. We'll see if my sanity stays intact. They say sleep deprivation is conducive to profound thought sometimes. I'm banking on it.