Sometimes, it’s Passover, and you have peaches for dinner with tuna for dessert.
And you have your apartment being shown tomorrow and everything is covered in matzah dust or books. Or both.
And you’re pulling out every trick in the book (games, food, Golden Girls, blogging) to avoid finishing your paper which you could do in about five minutes but you just don’t want to.
And you realize you can’t make matzah ball soup because you don’t have Kosher for Passover cooking oil which costs like $12.99 at the store.
And you realize you have about six hundred pages of reading over the next few days, in addition to APO and dance obligations.
And you’re having trouble enrolling for next semester because you probably waited too long to make up your damn mind about which classes to take.
And you just kinda feel like you’re waiting for something to go wrong.
Well, more wrong than being grabbed around the waist and freaking the fuck out in front of your entire dance class.