another Monday in February
I'm not sure, but I suspect that February has been entirely made up of Mondays. It really seems like they squeezed an extra three Mondays, at the very least, in this very short month.
Ugh I cut my nails and now I'm typing like horse. It's so irritating.
So I'm still in a slow panic from this weekend. My stress levels are through the roof. I'm half way done the hardest essay test of my entire existence. Yesterday I answered two of the four essay questions, each initial, rough draft answer is already at 800 words, and I haven't even added citations yet. Today I'm rereading Romeo&Juliet for the 5th time in my short life, to pick all reference to fate, fortune, and any foreshadowing.
I'm hopelessly stuck on a Bio that I needed done yesterday. And I accidentally never deleted my ex from my friends page so I had to see his post (which was pointless luckily) on my friends page today and now I wish I was dead, or at the very least vomiting in a dark corner somewhere. I know, I'm remarkably well adjusted.
I have a test in theology on Tuesday, and my essay test in due Thursday. In between I have another 3 hours of neurological testing, which is going well, but is beginning to feel pointless.
Okay, now it's time to buckle down and work.
Ugh I cut my nails and now I'm typing like horse. It's so irritating.
So I'm still in a slow panic from this weekend. My stress levels are through the roof. I'm half way done the hardest essay test of my entire existence. Yesterday I answered two of the four essay questions, each initial, rough draft answer is already at 800 words, and I haven't even added citations yet. Today I'm rereading Romeo&Juliet for the 5th time in my short life, to pick all reference to fate, fortune, and any foreshadowing.
I'm hopelessly stuck on a Bio that I needed done yesterday. And I accidentally never deleted my ex from my friends page so I had to see his post (which was pointless luckily) on my friends page today and now I wish I was dead, or at the very least vomiting in a dark corner somewhere. I know, I'm remarkably well adjusted.
I have a test in theology on Tuesday, and my essay test in due Thursday. In between I have another 3 hours of neurological testing, which is going well, but is beginning to feel pointless.
Okay, now it's time to buckle down and work.