Number of lipstick options currently in my purse and pockets: six. Really, it is so out of control.
Amount of money crammed pathetically into coat pockets: $4.71
Number of times I've spilled soup down my legs this week because the cafeteria cannot acquire matching containers and lids because they hate me: Twice in three days. It's nice when I walk by and people are all, "Oh, French onion today? Thanks, now I don't have to call," and also it is hard to clean soup off of boots and off of jeans. Just in case you were wondering.
Time last e-mail sent relative to the paper on the United States - India nuclear deal: 3:08 a.m.
Ranting e-mails sent in order to avoid and also complain about paper on deal: Only one, but it was long.
Hours of sleep in last two nights: 8.5
Number of times have thought drowning self seemed like good alternative to current pressing demands: 4 squared plus some odd derivative of pi.
Times have gone to put glasses on when are already on: Countless, because I am fucking old and demented.
Numbers of cups of coffee behind schedule: 3, at least.
Number of Christmas presents purchased: One.
Number of Christmas presents I want to purchase: None.
Number of Christmas presents I will likely purchase: 18
Days until media law final is done, and everything is finally final, and I can find a cozy corner and a tub of eggnog to stick my face in: 20. Dear God. 20?
Numbers of lovely individuals currently involved in two group projects in which I am also involved: Nine. Nine people. Try to get anything done with nine people, no matter how much you may or may not like these people, while simultaneously not going insane. I dare you.
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