I'm really, really scared that I might end up as "that guy who submitted an incomplete entry for the final round of the tournament and let everybody down." X_X
HURGH. 36 hours. I can do this. After all, I haven't run out of coffee just yet.
It's okay, I'm going to be known as "that girl who really shouldn't have waited until graduation weekend to finish her part of the entry and as a result suffered murdery death at the hands of her writing partner."