DON'T PANIC

So last night when I got home from scavenging my parents' house for food (WTF appetite, I thought you were gone for good?) I panicked very slightly because I was sure I had forgotten to sign up for courses for next semester. Hoping that I wouldn't be locked out of anything important, I went to bed and resolved to take care of it this morning. This morning I panicked a bit because I thought I left my registration code at my parents' house, and I have a massive pile of mail and paperwork I've been procrastinating sorting out.

When I found the letter of acceptance and logged into the student portal, I found out that course registration opens on the thirteenth. That's in nine days. No call for panic, but I thought I'd make a note of it.

Last night my brother and I made a pact that "tomorrow, we write!" Hence, today I am at the very least planning to open a word document and stare at it forlornly, wondering who my muse is fucking behind my back. Yes, I'm sad. Why is it so easy to come up with ideas, and so hard to make them come into fruition?