Future freak-outs.

It's 5:12am. I'm suddenly so damn bloody completely awake, and totally irreconcilably terrified. About the future. About where I'm going. About life.

You'd think I'd be a little more chilled and collected after handing in my 10,000-word soul-sucker (which actually came to 12,000+ words), but no. If anything, I'm more anxious now. Because I'd been putting off planning the future until after my ECP was handed in; 'That's future Grace's problem!' I'd giggled while downing pints of cider, or while typing frantically with endless cups of coffee by my side.

Since the clock struck midnight on 31st December 2013 and it became 1st January 2014, I've been terrified about the fact that I have no idea where I'll be at the end of this year. 2014 is a mystery. Future Grace is here, and she's drunk as ever and utterly unprepared.