The Spanish paper I was dead certain was due Wednesday? Due Monday. Discovered late enough last night to lead to a mighty fine panic attack. Scared the crap out of Matt, as well, especially when I started having issues breathing. Finally fell asleep, stayed that way for a decent amount of time, literally couldn't get out of bed until early afternoon, and after showering etc., realized I'd missed my meeting with Oregon Children's Theatre about the summer job at Miracle.
Called, left a voice mail with a fine excuse and a wonderfully subservient demeanor ("I'm very sorry, sir..."), and asked to reschedule. If I lose this job because of this...*shudder*
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it's true. I am a dork.