Apr 19, 2004 00:23
This is the "Bill fails at life" post.
I just can't study. WHY WOULD I, BEING DYSLEXIC, CHOOSE TO BE A LITERATURE MAJOR? I need to read 12 plays by tommorow night at 7. Not bad, right? One play, one hour? No. For me, one play = two-three hours. And that's when I'm not distracted.
I also can't commit to this new diet. I think I am selecting the totally wrong foods because I used 14 flex points (you get 35 A WEEK). I thought I was doing OK.
I've decided that no, I'm not a 40 year old trapped in a 21 year old's body. I'M SEVENTY. My favorite food? Ham sandwich on whole wheat.
My final starts at 7:00 tommorow and will go at least two hours. The Montreal game starts at 7:00. HELLO? THEY SHOULD HAVE PLANNED THIS BETTER!!!
I'm organizing a riot tommorow night to get it post-poned in the name of all things hockey.