STRESS.

So I'm picking my classes for next semester.

I have 7.
I am taking 7 classes, that is, 22 credit hours (one is a 4 hour class).

7 college courses.
7 college courses as in,

"Hey, remember Jay?"
-"Yeah, where has she been? I haven't seen her in a while."
"Oh, she's busy being raped by her 7 college courses."
-"Oh... sounds like her."

Wait a second. Maybe not 7. Maybe not because they won't let me take 22 credit hours.

Maybe they won't.

I hope they will.
I need to graduate.

This is just stupid.
I just need someone to sign off a a degree for me, and I'll be done.

Maybe I'll ask if I can do that tomorrow...the degree sign-y thing.
Thethingswedofordegrees.
There's my hash tag for ya.