Of Jell-O and Laser Sharks

Hmmm. Okay. You guys ever have a week that feels like trying to outpace a shark while you're both trapped in Jell-O?

Then you say, "Butterscotch, it's only been two days since you've seen your awesome girlfriend." Ha. ha.

(Also, hey, what up, three years of hopeless crushing and I finally asked, so. Long synopsis crunched, we're adorable.)

And then. If there's not a trash fire I need to put out (this very sweet, very well-meaning mate in my class mistakenly said some really hurtful things to some other, mutual friends with step-parents; I'm trying to explain social-anxiety-squared and filtering issues to both of them), there's something that I need to deal with that is a lot bigger than it seems (because, if it isn't my favorite thing waking up with a panic attack because I have Archery after class today, two different sets of science notes, and I still have to cook for me and puppy, who also is going to get into lots of trouble and already caused some damage to my plushie Baymax when he was playing a little too hard), or something I really want to do before it's too late, but I never get to, and I just need to get to Thursday, honestly; Thursday is great! On Thursday, I don't have any homework! On Thursday, I can stay after class and watch French movies until the evening! On Thursday, we can all make a bead lizard, get a cup of tea, and read a book, and until Thursday....

Well, thank goodness for the on-grounds cafe.