Me and my bone box
have spent a good bit of the morning together. I basically tried to cram as much information about the forelimb into my head as humanly possible. My box came with a little note from a previous "owner"--from 1999!
I feel like I'm already falling behind--in pretty much everything, not just school. I can't seem to get my act together in a completely functional fashion. I mean, don't get me wrong, my whole life isn't one big mess. It's more like I'm missing pieces--I forgot my phone the other day, my printer is still not hooked up, there are boxes left to unpack and get rid of and there are pictures left to be hung. And I'm working on it now that I'm done-ish with the forelimb.
I'm working on it all.
I feel like I'm already falling behind--in pretty much everything, not just school. I can't seem to get my act together in a completely functional fashion. I mean, don't get me wrong, my whole life isn't one big mess. It's more like I'm missing pieces--I forgot my phone the other day, my printer is still not hooked up, there are boxes left to unpack and get rid of and there are pictures left to be hung. And I'm working on it now that I'm done-ish with the forelimb.
I'm working on it all.