Finals Finals Finals

If breathing was a mental task I had to keep track of, I'd be dead.  The stress of finals over here is unreal.  I'm excited for the work but the past two weeks have been an endless process of writing, re-writing, defining the concept, re-writing, presenting, being told to change the idea, re-writing, re-writing, and re-writing.

I've kicked it old school and put it all onto paper since the screen makes me feel like a zombie.  This morning I realized all five of my pens are out of ink.  Pretty crazy stuff.  

It's great to be writing and challenging myself to go to a new level of intensity, but I'm ready for the break.  Three days and counting until it's all over!