with the end of term fast approaching (i officially have three working days left, and Wednesday really doesn't count because... well, i only have one class, maybe), my final term assignment deadlines are also getting all up in mah grill. and i'm reacting sort of like lil' Conan here:
"AAAAAAH NO A TERRIFYING HORRIFYING ASSIGNMENT IS COMING TO GET ME... RUN AWAY!!!!"
well. that's not the greatest attitude in the world...
but oh well! truth is, i'm feeling sort of like this:
...which is, um, again, not the most conducive attitude towards being an adult / having work to do / getting on with the more onerous tasks in life. but hey, at least i'm not alone - i have Noelle and Conan for company :D
and now for more CATS! because, you know, it's CATURDAY. yep.
Sam, the eyebrows cat? i don't think he likes the thought of deadlines, either...
"maybe if i hide here in the corner, the deadline won't find me..."
"wait, no, why?! get away!!"
"oh, you fiendish deadline... i will never be free!!"
is he not the most expressive cat you've EVER seen? what a legend. follow more of Sam's daily escapades here.
finally, i consulted the ICanHasCheezburger cats for their take on working, and got the following advice:
BOOM. hold yourself back, deadlines... Hannah's coming for ya!
...but first: sleep. the cats would be so proud.