I bet Hepburn never lost her tweezers.

Katherine Hepburn was known to start her days with a cold shower.

I am not Katherine Hepburn. This harsh realization hit me just as the icy Resco water did at about 11:15 this morning. I stifled my shrieks as best I could, but I'm sure my dear suite mates have some questions for me. At least they'll wonder where my distinctive New England accent went and why they don't see Spencer Tracy around anymore.

I blame this frigid start to my day for the equally stiff way it played out, since the weather obviously had nothing to do with it. (Can I just say how very much I love spring?) I've only just finished running around, and now I have an overdue paper to attend to .

I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.
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I've never managed to finish a semester where an overdue paper hasn't unnerved me. At least this one is only a three-pager, but darnit, when am I going to have time to take care of it? I thought I had shaken off my mono'd existence, but whenever I stay up to get things done, the next day finds my brain in its own solar orbit.

Not good.

Anyway. I am also unable to find my tweezers. This is a problem. You see, my eyebrows are of the particularly aggressive variety, and they are liable to hurt someone if not put in (something resembling) order on a frequent basis.

Just to be safe, you may want to keep your distance tomorrow. But if you see where my noggin wandered off to, let me know. It'd be greatly appreciated.