I will write my essay tonight.
Then I will do the things I have to do at work.
Then I'll perfect my essay.
In the morning I will get home, do some exercise.
Have some rest.
Go to the concert with my mom.
That's all in an ideal world.
I could challenge myself to actually follow through with it.
I could promise myself that I'll do what needs to be done.
Or I could just leave everything last minute.
Have no sleep.
Live with stress.
And skip exercise.
Well.
I don't know how things will play out.
But I do have a bad feeling about this.
P.S.
Some good things are coming up,
this month and next month.
So, yeah, I'm happy.
