I have been up all night trying to get things done for this morning. Around 11 I felt like I couldn't be productive so I caught an hour and a half worth of zzzzzz's.

I.am.so.sick.of.writing.about.practicum.

Pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages of it.

Can I talk about my last day another day? Spoiler: I got presents!

When will I have the chance to sleep? Today is my 8am-9pm day.

If I make it through day and tomorrow I deserve a big hug from anyone who is reading this (that probably only means you Denny and Yoko, but you better be waiting for me with arms wide open).

I've spent the last 5 minutes not so wisely so back to work work work.