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There's probably a better to do at 1 AM than sitting around, drinking coffee and typing here, but at the moment I can't think of what that might be. I suppose I could review more for tomorrow's (today's) test, but I've more or less accepted that its not going to go as well as it needs to - not failing, but significantly worse than I would like. Oh well, hence the life of a procrastinating student; at least I can answer most of the review questions this time around.
Somehow, without anything managing to go wrong, its been a hell of a week. I suppose its an indictment of my stress mangangement (or lack thereof) that most of this crap is evening bothering me, but there it is. You know, screw this line of thought; I seem to recall starting it in the last entry, and it was played out then. Forget the weekly report - it's not even over yet, anyway.
Might I add that this is an exceptionally good cup of bad coffee. The powdered, possibly-dairy cream almost counteracts the acid and gives it a nice, sugary aftertaste; it's almost palatable, and with my brewing, that's something exceptional. Granted it's still on par with a heated lemon juice and milk mixer, but at least it can't corrode my cup this time around.
Swinging back to the week, Kill Bill v2 comes out todat. Say what you will, but there's something to be said for any film that goes to the trouble of having that much stage blood on hand. That and the fact that the first was passably well-written and executed means I'll probably have to see this one as well. Hmmmm, no plans tomorrow afternoon and a free Robin could make this rather enjoyable. Wibble, wibble, bloodshed! Between that and the VA game, this weekend should go rather well. Of course this involves me forgetting that history paper that I've really been meaning to slave tirelessly over for the past two weeks and is due Monday, but there are ways... Muse of Last Minute Panic, hear my prayers and accept the heart of this frat member as a sacrifice. And on that note, since sleep is no longer an option, back to studying.
Somehow, without anything managing to go wrong, its been a hell of a week. I suppose its an indictment of my stress mangangement (or lack thereof) that most of this crap is evening bothering me, but there it is. You know, screw this line of thought; I seem to recall starting it in the last entry, and it was played out then. Forget the weekly report - it's not even over yet, anyway.
Might I add that this is an exceptionally good cup of bad coffee. The powdered, possibly-dairy cream almost counteracts the acid and gives it a nice, sugary aftertaste; it's almost palatable, and with my brewing, that's something exceptional. Granted it's still on par with a heated lemon juice and milk mixer, but at least it can't corrode my cup this time around.
Swinging back to the week, Kill Bill v2 comes out todat. Say what you will, but there's something to be said for any film that goes to the trouble of having that much stage blood on hand. That and the fact that the first was passably well-written and executed means I'll probably have to see this one as well. Hmmmm, no plans tomorrow afternoon and a free Robin could make this rather enjoyable. Wibble, wibble, bloodshed! Between that and the VA game, this weekend should go rather well. Of course this involves me forgetting that history paper that I've really been meaning to slave tirelessly over for the past two weeks and is due Monday, but there are ways... Muse of Last Minute Panic, hear my prayers and accept the heart of this frat member as a sacrifice. And on that note, since sleep is no longer an option, back to studying.