Tick tick tick

It is officially freaking me out how much time seems to have accelerated in the past few months. It's Sunday night. What did I do this weekend? Good question. I haven't left campus since I went out to the movies a few weeks ago. I don't seem to have the time to put important documents or personal correspondence in the mail. All I've really been able to do is get a bit caught up in my notes. That said, I am never, ever behind in history. There is always time for history, usually time for public affairs and poli sci, sometimes time for French, and occasionally time for economics. Which leaves... not much time for laundry, that's for sure. I just did laundry about ten minutes ago, but that was last Sunday night. And now I'm almost out of bras again. Where is the justice in that?