The 24 hour count down begins

It's always so hard to get my ass out of bed when I sleep home, but hey, somehow I did it today. I woke up only to see that the clock said "10:30," meaning I have exactly 24 hours until my first, and hardest, final. Starting to freak out a bit? Yep, I think so. Also, the rainy whether is just exciting the idea of me getting back and bed and sleeping until 2. Unfortunately at this point, that is not an option. At least I get to enjoy a home-made omelet one more time before I truck my ass, my laundry, and my insanely heavy back pack back to the Conn?

Searching for motivation,

☆Erica