I'm tired and I don't want to!
To begin with I would like to try and express the thought that has been running through my mind over the past coulple of days...
FUCK SOCRATES.
With that said, let's move on. On Tuesday, I attempted to write a paper. I say attempted because I could not come up with a decent thesis (I never did get to the decent part, mind you, but I did come up with something). I finally set fingers to keyboard somewhere around eleven. I burned the midnight oil on until the morning and finished the paper about one O'clock Wednesday afternoon. Wednesday was a busy day. I went to the doctor to see about my shoulder. A week ago I ran into a door and hurt my shoulder, that's the short version. Anyhow it was still hurting. So the doctor tells me that one of three things may be wrong with my shoulder: I may have just bruised a muscle, I may have broke my collarbone, or I may have injured something beneath the muscles that allow the muscle to move with the bone. On a scale of one to vague, the magic eight-ball says the outlook is cloudy. Dr. Patil was a nice guy though, as far as doctors go. He prescribed some drugs and those will be nice when I get them. So that was the nine o'clock hour. At ten I went to a Health Psych exam review, fell asleep in there. At eleven, I had Health Psych and fell asleep in there. Dr. Remington noticed and started messing with me, but I don't what he was doing. I'd wake, the class would laugh. Fun stuff. So then I hurried back to my room to finish the paper. I finished eventually, but didn't trust myself to sleep before class. Went to class at three, wherein Dr. Sapp proceeds to tell us we have another week to do it. He still would have counted off for it being late, but that only cuts down on the assholery of it only slightly. Needless to say, I fell asleep in there as well. So I go back to my room and lay on my bed for awhile and I am almost asleep when some guys from upstairs come down and ask me to eat dinner with them. So I go eat and then it's time for Scientific Inquery (A required science course, pretty easy). So I go, Dr. Dod says something and I laugh. He's talking and then I'm asleep. I hear him say something about someone being asleep through the fog of my brain and wake up and the room laughs. Apparently the waking of sleeping persons is funny to most people. So that class went as well as the rest of my day and I went back to my room and remained among the living until two in the morning and I don't know why I did. So my phone goes off at ten on Thursday morning, I look at it. Next thing I know, it's 11:15am and that means I am twenty minutes late for class. Apparently, my body wasn't done sleeping and my mind was helpless to resist. Whoops. So I didn't go to class. In my math class, I took the most wonderfully simple test today and life was good. So as I said, I burned the midnight oil Tuesday night and apparently whatever it is I burn during the day as well.
So that does it for me. I have that psych exam and still need to study for it some more. I also have a shoulder that aches in degrees based on the temperature and position of the limb. I've the same in my ankle, but that would just be stealing the the spot light of the shoulder.
FUCK SOCRATES.
With that said, let's move on. On Tuesday, I attempted to write a paper. I say attempted because I could not come up with a decent thesis (I never did get to the decent part, mind you, but I did come up with something). I finally set fingers to keyboard somewhere around eleven. I burned the midnight oil on until the morning and finished the paper about one O'clock Wednesday afternoon. Wednesday was a busy day. I went to the doctor to see about my shoulder. A week ago I ran into a door and hurt my shoulder, that's the short version. Anyhow it was still hurting. So the doctor tells me that one of three things may be wrong with my shoulder: I may have just bruised a muscle, I may have broke my collarbone, or I may have injured something beneath the muscles that allow the muscle to move with the bone. On a scale of one to vague, the magic eight-ball says the outlook is cloudy. Dr. Patil was a nice guy though, as far as doctors go. He prescribed some drugs and those will be nice when I get them. So that was the nine o'clock hour. At ten I went to a Health Psych exam review, fell asleep in there. At eleven, I had Health Psych and fell asleep in there. Dr. Remington noticed and started messing with me, but I don't what he was doing. I'd wake, the class would laugh. Fun stuff. So then I hurried back to my room to finish the paper. I finished eventually, but didn't trust myself to sleep before class. Went to class at three, wherein Dr. Sapp proceeds to tell us we have another week to do it. He still would have counted off for it being late, but that only cuts down on the assholery of it only slightly. Needless to say, I fell asleep in there as well. So I go back to my room and lay on my bed for awhile and I am almost asleep when some guys from upstairs come down and ask me to eat dinner with them. So I go eat and then it's time for Scientific Inquery (A required science course, pretty easy). So I go, Dr. Dod says something and I laugh. He's talking and then I'm asleep. I hear him say something about someone being asleep through the fog of my brain and wake up and the room laughs. Apparently the waking of sleeping persons is funny to most people. So that class went as well as the rest of my day and I went back to my room and remained among the living until two in the morning and I don't know why I did. So my phone goes off at ten on Thursday morning, I look at it. Next thing I know, it's 11:15am and that means I am twenty minutes late for class. Apparently, my body wasn't done sleeping and my mind was helpless to resist. Whoops. So I didn't go to class. In my math class, I took the most wonderfully simple test today and life was good. So as I said, I burned the midnight oil Tuesday night and apparently whatever it is I burn during the day as well.
So that does it for me. I have that psych exam and still need to study for it some more. I also have a shoulder that aches in degrees based on the temperature and position of the limb. I've the same in my ankle, but that would just be stealing the the spot light of the shoulder.