I'm just a complainy-painy
I spent all weekend working on a paper for my Dante class.* It's due on Thursday, and I spent Saturday outlining and tracking down sources and spent Sunday reading my sources and starting the actual paper. I woke up this morning with a seriously sore neck from sitting at my computer all weekend. Then when I was eating breakfast I got an e-mail from my TA. The paper's due date is being pushed back from this Thursday to next Tuesday.
My neck is not amused. And now my back hurts, too.
So the moral of the story is... don't do homework?
I don't even know what I'm complaining about. This is pretty awesome. Ow, my back.
Also, I'm going to a panel on campus tomorrow evening about how to write sex scenes. What the what?
*And by "I spent all weekend working on a paper for my Dante class," what I really mean is I spent all weekend working on a paper for my Dante class, except for when I tracked down a Chinese restaurant that has pretty good dim sum 15 minutes away from my apartment. LIFE IS SO MUCH BETTER WHEN YOU HAVE WON TON SOUP, STICKY RICE, AND STEAMED PORK BUNS, I KID YOU NOT.
My neck is not amused. And now my back hurts, too.
So the moral of the story is... don't do homework?
I don't even know what I'm complaining about. This is pretty awesome. Ow, my back.
Also, I'm going to a panel on campus tomorrow evening about how to write sex scenes. What the what?
*And by "I spent all weekend working on a paper for my Dante class," what I really mean is I spent all weekend working on a paper for my Dante class, except for when I tracked down a Chinese restaurant that has pretty good dim sum 15 minutes away from my apartment. LIFE IS SO MUCH BETTER WHEN YOU HAVE WON TON SOUP, STICKY RICE, AND STEAMED PORK BUNS, I KID YOU NOT.