Keep Me On Edge

Oh brother. I need to talk with a professor about one of my papers tomorrow. She's definitely figured out the way to keep me on edge. Until tomorrow morning, I will be postulating... poring over the paper's positive and pathetic points, pointing out the mistakes, begrudging the good things. Gah! I do not like this. She could have at least told me whether it was good, bad, or neither. Blech. This is lame. I wish I could just. Oh, I don't know. Breathe?