haiku or premonition?
Yep, it's that time again. That final-stretch hungry-space-to-fill time. I'm feeling a bit nervous about the work:time ratio, but I figure it's healthy. Why? Because I'm worrying about it a whole two weeks early instead of my typical one-week deathcram.
I've also been saving up my class absences, so can duck out for worktime whenever needed; I've only missed one class this semester. I knew those things would come in handy eventually.
At times like this, I write little notes to myself and tape them to my the forehead of my Kuroneko-sama bobblehead who sits so conveniently close to my computer where I most often chain myself.
These little notes evoke a cocktail of emotion that I find effective; guilt and motivation. For example, I haven't been the most studious this weekend; I'd really, really love to pin The Godfather trilogy, but I have no one to blame but myself.
The note is as follows;
dear Monday Kat9y,
Suck it up and TRY HARDER!
The end of the semester belongs to you.
<3 Kat9y of Yesterday