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I've reached new levels of dork.

I have "Turbo Lover" stuck in my head and Gina wanted to cuddle, so she's been treated to several rounds of..."you're my kitty kitt-ay".

*dorkdorkdork*

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I'm going to have a panic attack.

When I met with my screenwriting professor last Friday to talk about screenplay ideas, at the end he told me to do a one-page writeup of what we came up with for class today, so we could discuss it in class.

He apparently only told a select couple people to do that. And only two are in class today. And he's reading the other one first but he's gonna read my horribly rough preliminary plot summary out loud and *frets*

This class is fucking Hell on my anxiety