things that make me go "bleh"
I hate the end-of-the-semester crunch, I really do.
I mean, I think I can get through it somehow, but I'm running on virtually zero sleep and I just want to rest so much. I stayed up all night studying for an exam and working on the take-home portion of it only to find out that the professor decided to have the take-home portion count for 100 percent of our grade instead of 50 percent of it, so I studied for nothing. And I'm hungry and I'm tired and the university is nagging me about payment on something I know I already paid and I have no idea what I'm going to do about het_challenge, but I'm doubting that what comes out of that's going to be any good, and I'm beating myself up because I should have been able to avert this, argh. I should have managed my time better. And I always say I'm going to be more effective with time management, but I never learn my lesson because I always manage to get things done and do a decent job on them, and because I know I can get through these periods, I don't have enough motivation to change the way I do things. I just sacrifice some of my sanity in the process.
Sigh.
Overworked Puel is overworked. And sleepy. And whiny, apparently.
I know I'm going to get through this, though, and I think that once I eat I will be a little calmer and a little less depressed. I just need a fuckton of caffeine.
I wish it was ACen now.
I mean, I think I can get through it somehow, but I'm running on virtually zero sleep and I just want to rest so much. I stayed up all night studying for an exam and working on the take-home portion of it only to find out that the professor decided to have the take-home portion count for 100 percent of our grade instead of 50 percent of it, so I studied for nothing. And I'm hungry and I'm tired and the university is nagging me about payment on something I know I already paid and I have no idea what I'm going to do about het_challenge, but I'm doubting that what comes out of that's going to be any good, and I'm beating myself up because I should have been able to avert this, argh. I should have managed my time better. And I always say I'm going to be more effective with time management, but I never learn my lesson because I always manage to get things done and do a decent job on them, and because I know I can get through these periods, I don't have enough motivation to change the way I do things. I just sacrifice some of my sanity in the process.
Sigh.
Overworked Puel is overworked. And sleepy. And whiny, apparently.
I know I'm going to get through this, though, and I think that once I eat I will be a little calmer and a little less depressed. I just need a fuckton of caffeine.
I wish it was ACen now.