I treasure my Saturdays as the only days in the week where I can either spend more than 2 hours at home not sleeping or have the space to make plans. Today, however, with church commitments, I only get to do that now, after much difficulty dragging my sleep-deprived self out of bed, and because I didn't want to kill myself, I didn't rush to watch ac debate. Last night as I veg-ed out with a to-go Starbucks I reflected on how I have 573086501735219 things to do before I turn 20 at midnight exactly a week from today.