"Why not just write it on dead Jews?" "Everyone else is writing on dead Jews."
Today was a pretty decent day.
Woke up and wasn't terribly sick-feeling (thank you, Nyquil).
Work wasn't bad. It totally wasn't me that was making the cupcake batter come up short, thanks much (I was a tidge worried when there were five and seven yet to be filled and she's never had it be short like that-- turned out she was using the wrong cake mix).
Had lunch for the first time in forever. Wasn't a good lunch, but lunch nonetheless.
Class was also good.
Coffee with my Holocaust prof and two other people from HAMS was good.
And then I got on the bus to go back to the dorms and WHAM headache. Possible sinus headache, but I want to stab my temples to make it go away and sinus pressure is usually middle of the forehead, yes, and not usually nauseating?
And now it's past 8:30 and I have yet to start doing paper-type things. My subconscious is torn between "ZOMG YOU'RE SO SCREWED WHAT ARE YOU DOING GET TO WORK!!!eleventy!" and "...I'll get it done. All-nighters? Whatevs. You got a 3.7 and a 3.5 on the other two papers you stayed up doing. You'll do fine." To which the other half replies "HEY DUMBASS YOU'RE WORKING FROM 9-12 TOMORROW AND THEN PLAYING WITH SMALL CHILDREN FROM 4:30 TO 9ISH AND YOU HAVE TO WORK SUNDAY FROM 7-3. WHEN EXACTLY ARE YOU GOING TO BE RESEARCHING AND WRITING THOSE TWENTY PAGES? OH YEAH, AND COMING UP WITH A THESIS? HMMMMMMMM?" See, that's the part of my subconscious that freaks out that I don't like to pay attention to. (Obviously)
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm either going to go all stabbity on my temples or listen to an old man talking to me and try to take notes.
Woke up and wasn't terribly sick-feeling (thank you, Nyquil).
Work wasn't bad. It totally wasn't me that was making the cupcake batter come up short, thanks much (I was a tidge worried when there were five and seven yet to be filled and she's never had it be short like that-- turned out she was using the wrong cake mix).
Had lunch for the first time in forever. Wasn't a good lunch, but lunch nonetheless.
Class was also good.
Coffee with my Holocaust prof and two other people from HAMS was good.
And then I got on the bus to go back to the dorms and WHAM headache. Possible sinus headache, but I want to stab my temples to make it go away and sinus pressure is usually middle of the forehead, yes, and not usually nauseating?
And now it's past 8:30 and I have yet to start doing paper-type things. My subconscious is torn between "ZOMG YOU'RE SO SCREWED WHAT ARE YOU DOING GET TO WORK!!!eleventy!" and "...I'll get it done. All-nighters? Whatevs. You got a 3.7 and a 3.5 on the other two papers you stayed up doing. You'll do fine." To which the other half replies "HEY DUMBASS YOU'RE WORKING FROM 9-12 TOMORROW AND THEN PLAYING WITH SMALL CHILDREN FROM 4:30 TO 9ISH AND YOU HAVE TO WORK SUNDAY FROM 7-3. WHEN EXACTLY ARE YOU GOING TO BE RESEARCHING AND WRITING THOSE TWENTY PAGES? OH YEAH, AND COMING UP WITH A THESIS? HMMMMMMMM?" See, that's the part of my subconscious that freaks out that I don't like to pay attention to. (Obviously)
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm either going to go all stabbity on my temples or listen to an old man talking to me and try to take notes.