I love the feeling of "past the point of no return". Like when I just pulled up my script for my independent study and found out that it had been erased and replaced with a script for my other class. Make no mistake, I had done this. I just don't remember it. And now I'm screwed.

But that could be a good thing. The teacher may not care for revisions and may only want the new scenes that I'm scrambling to write.

The cool part: There's nothing I can do about it. It's done and, amazingly, I have no worries about it at all.

Tomorrow: more revising on my short stories for class. Hopefully I won't erase those overnight in my sleep.