SLKDFJLDSK HOW IS IT SEPTEMBER

I don't care if September is three minutes old, it's September. Ew. This is me pretty much every year:

August 31, 11:59 PM - Oh, it's only August, everything is okay, and the weather is nice. I got this.
September 1, 12:00 AM - OH SHIT IT'S SEPTEMBER I HAVE NO TIME FUCK IT'S COLD WHAT DO

So today I have to start F5ing on certain websites to buy certain things for a certain cross-continental trip in a certain month, figure out how credit cards work, and manage the fuck out of EVERYTHING.

Like... I'm so flustered, I feel like there were a million things I was going to say in this journal and I can't think of a single one.

October 23, hurry up and get here so I can calm the fuck down!

Edit: Geez, Cliff Lee, your "whatever" approach to the game sure does make it a lot easier for me to hate you. I'm amazed you put effort into your throwing after you do shit like this. Okay, you're a sure out, but FFS man, PLAY THE GAME. (Hey, is the clip right after always my Boston boys flashing leather? :D DUSTIN PEDROIA CAN I JUST TOUCH YOUR FACE? BECAUSE OMG. *0*)

Didn't I just panic about it being September and now I'm like BASEBALLOLOLOL. WTF self.

SO TIRED

Oh god I can't post.

There was filing and progress in the group and the tree was cut into pieces and SO MUCH PASTA and jokes.

I have to catch up on everything tomorrow. But I'm going to sleep. AHHHH IDEK

Fucking September.