No more late night coffee for Kim. At least, no more late night coffee of the strong and yummy and following-tequila-shots variety.

I seem to be having trouble going to sleep. My eyes insist it's time for bed, but will my head turn off? Noooo. It wants to lie there in the dark and panic about all the Things Not Done or Things Not Known for the upcoming shift to grad school life. Or, failing that, wallow in the Missing of People and Things that will accompany said shift. Brilliant.

I should have followed up the caffeine with more tequila, obviously. Or had enough sense to stop reading a book that's long on conflict and reeeeeally short on resolution....

Grrr.

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