Went to the print shop to have the honors journal test-printed.
It was a disaster.
I thought I’d put it together correctly, but I was, to put it nicely, mistaken.
So. Because I obviously can’t use my imagination to see how it’s got to go together, I have to write on and arrange little pieces of paper into a mock journal so that I can figure out what the hell I’m doing, and so that maybe this thing will get printed before graduation.
Someone wants me to run for Public Relations tomorrow for Psi Chi elections. I think that’s a hoot, considering I can’t even arrange papers in order for a lit mag.
If anyone needs me, I’ll be the drunken mess in the corner playing with scraps of paper and shooing cats away from the keyboard while muttering numbers to myself.
Oh, yes, I will be drinking. If I have to do this thing all over again, I’m going to attempt to at least have a little fun.