...and I'm the hare. Or, slightly more accurately, the jill.
My point is that at the beginning of the summer, I--like any other self-respecting teenager--I underestimated my time. I expected to be much farther along with my writing projects, done with my summer reading and homework (I still don't even know what the assignment is), and--I don't know--more tan? In better shape? I was going to go running. I did go running. Once. But then I was told not to because some girl was attacked or something at the park I went to.
Anyway, even up until yesterday I hardly expected I'd be here already. My last day of summer break. It has a morose ring to it, doesn't it?
I'm trying to get as much writing/revising/plotting done as I can today, because I have no idea when I'll get to work again.
My school is requiring everyone to be there from 8:30 am 8:30 pm everyday next week...and we don't even start classes until Friday. Hope I don't die of boredom. Enjoy the rest of your summer everyone! And have a nice school year! (That is, if you're still in school.)
(Oh, and yes--I do have to go tomorrow, a Sunday.)