Drowning in school work!

There's three weeks left of school, and suddenly I got a buttload of work to do. Yesterday I got the offer to try and change my English grade from a 5 to a 6; which I of course took. So now I'm making a presentation about the UK General Election. I think I'm doing ok, but I'm performing it tomorrow, so I'm real nervous.

Then there's a rapport about the school trip we went on last week, that has to be done by tomorrow evening as well.

On Wednesday I have to turn in an essay about death and my view of it. (Tell me: Are you afraid of dying? What do you think happens afterwards? Do you think of death often? Please help me!!)

I also have the end of term exam in English on Wednesday as well. So I'm going to be happy when Thursday rolls around next week.

Don't expect to see me around.

Here's a short ficlet I wrote on comment_fic the other day:

Charmed, Chris Halliwell, pathological liar

( Here, in this time, in this world, truth has no place for Chris... )