Apr 09, 2006 05:05
Swarthmore is surprisingly dead at 4:40 sunday morning. I've gotten used to at least having the environmental service people around to keep me company, but they don't come in on the weekend, so it's just me. It's kinda nice in a surreal way; like the entire science center is here for me and only me. Part of it is just lonely and depressing.
It has been wonderful to see my folks, I just wish I could be spending more time with them. They completely understand though, and just want to help. I love them dearly.
Tomorrow I need to not touch my thesis and just work on P-chem. I understand some problems, but I need to learn a lot more in order to sure of passing. I just hate it so much.
I have no energy to remake my bed after having washed the sheets, because I spend so little time in it anyway. Plus I don't have the energy to put my clean clothes away, so they are taking up a corner of the bed. So in the morning I just stumble into bed, curl up next to the pile of clothes, and throw the blanket over myself before passing out. You should pity me, and offer to allow me to sleep in your bed instead. Because that is also probably the only way you'll see me in the next 12 days.
Enough thesis avoidance. Directed metallation, here I come!