It's 10:30pm and I feel much more confident about my essay which should be done by midnight. After a "brief" (two hour) phone call to Aimee in which I hoped to get some moral support (unsuccessful) and in which Aimee suggested that "turning in a half-ass essay is better than no essay at all because your teacher will just think you're stupid and will be impressed with your final paper and see how much you've supposedly improved," she had the NERVE to suggest I box up my knitting and "put it away" when I told her about my recent knitting injury. *big breath*
We did, however, manage to wear down the batteries in both of her handsets so she won't be able to talk to anyone else tonight. I feel a tiny bit vindicated. Bitch!