So it was 11:19 one night...

and Alex still had no idea what to do for her masterwork for painting. She'll look sometime within the next couple of hours, though, cuz her eyelids are getting really heavy. And she's not exactly sure why she's still talking in the third person. She'll stop. But yes, I'm slightly concerned about tomorrow- I don't think I can do and impressionist-style painting- I'm too particular about things being perfectly blended, and etc. Ok, off to war and certain doom.