affreca | Trying to Relax

Well, I wrote essays. I fear they are crap. I am depending on Tom, since I cannot get to a Fedex place in time, so he has to send it for me. I hate this procrastination feeling. I don't know what to think. My parents got into grad school decades ago, so they don't have much advice. Tom got in probationally to a school that he already worked at. I could ask for more advice from my old profs, but I don't feel right doing so. Even though I know I should. I am about to go to bed, if Tom ever finishes with his essays (trying to finish this semesters classes on time), so he's not cuddly.