Perhaps I made an error in decisions
And I'm not just talking about the subject line, though that's pretty bad.
No, I decided that building a table with all the stuff I want near to hand for my paper would be a good idea. It is, in theory, a very good idea.
Until you take into account how incredibly detail-oriented I get when spreadsheets enter the picture. And you take into account two days of sleeping off my trip. Not jet lag, no, sleeping off two and a half weeks of NOT SLEEPING. And two more days of poking idly at the paper and picking up my life and excavating my living space enough to be able to work in it. And family visiting.
Then you get thirteen more churches to put into a four-sheet spreadsheet, a four page outline, three paragraph (handwritten, six pages in a quarter-size notebook) thesis, an essay on vaulting, and no finished paper.
Which is due, in all it's twenty page glory, tomorrow.
And I can't even regret my erring ways, because there hasn't been any decent procrastination!
T_T College just had to find a final way to bite me in the ass, didn't it. Oh yes. And speaking of THAT, evidently I need a signed affadavit saying I've completed high school, due sometime two weeks ago WHILE I WAS IN EUROPE. T_T
No, I decided that building a table with all the stuff I want near to hand for my paper would be a good idea. It is, in theory, a very good idea.
Until you take into account how incredibly detail-oriented I get when spreadsheets enter the picture. And you take into account two days of sleeping off my trip. Not jet lag, no, sleeping off two and a half weeks of NOT SLEEPING. And two more days of poking idly at the paper and picking up my life and excavating my living space enough to be able to work in it. And family visiting.
Then you get thirteen more churches to put into a four-sheet spreadsheet, a four page outline, three paragraph (handwritten, six pages in a quarter-size notebook) thesis, an essay on vaulting, and no finished paper.
Which is due, in all it's twenty page glory, tomorrow.
And I can't even regret my erring ways, because there hasn't been any decent procrastination!
T_T College just had to find a final way to bite me in the ass, didn't it. Oh yes. And speaking of THAT, evidently I need a signed affadavit saying I've completed high school, due sometime two weeks ago WHILE I WAS IN EUROPE. T_T