hugs are warmer when you're in them

I just realized that is is one of my last three days of classes at BYU for time and all eternity. I woke up from a little nap in the library with the panicked realization that my days are numbered. why have i not thought about this until right now? and why am i napping, blogging and listening to celine dion christmas music in the library instead of writing a paper or having an anxiety attack. so far my panic is being kept at bay by fat free fig newtons, the sweet sounds of celine and the promise of popcorn and dr. pepper for dinner. i'm afraid that any time i try to sleep for the next week I'll wake up with this same weighty panic animal sitting on my chest, just waiting to spring. seriously, how did this happen without me noticing? granted i've been at BYU for an obscenely long time and i guess i thought that there would always be another semester, more vending machine bingeing, and endless nights in the good ol' hbll.