I'm Screwed

The deepest, darkest, hairiest pits of depression, despair and deprivation will soon be exposed (keep your mind out of the gutter). In this post I will let you know my true secrets, my Turkish Gold and Goldilocks fantasies; My Peanut Butter and Jelly; the apple of mine third eye. YOU (you internet square) - Get to know - ME (another internet square).

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I am scared. Scared that I will not finish my projects. I have three weeks to:

1. Finish a tall bike.

This includes attaching the two separately welded triangles together, finishing a fork and putting the chain/ seat stays on.

2. Design and weld a front rack.

Should take a day, for a friend of mine, who has been really really generous to me as of late.

3. Design and build THE BIKE!

I don't even want to get into the details.

On top of all this, I have massive amounts of academic work, a summer job to follow up on, a sailboat to fix up and heaping serving of college senioritis to digest and secrete (hopefully soon, I can't handle the constipation). Not to mention I am living off of less than $100 .00 this month.

I am very, very concerned and therefore extremely concerned. Please lend me your support. By clicking on the add banners on the side of this post you will make my wallet a bit heavier and my ass a bit stronger.

God speed, ranger. You have entered the realm of my emotional head space.

Thanks for reading this, I hope I didn't overexpose my deep and dark hairy under locales (I told you not to go there)