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i've been working for close to 12 hours on making up work from missing three days last week in my two five-week courses.
that's essentially missing two weeks in two classes.
this is the most work i've done in a row in a while.
it's exhausting, but good.
forward progress and all of that.
in between homework, i've been reading Dry by Augusten Burroughs. It's great - and less grotesque than Running With Scissors.
listening to elliott smith is the opposite of an anti-depressant.
"oh, sure, i can listen to it because it's daytime and bright out and i'm driving and doing stuff and feeling okay."
but then, two hours later, in class, the lyrics are still echoing in your head.
i love him.
goddamn, you wouldnt think a chinchilla could be so loud and demanding about wanting to come out of its cage, but Bucket is sure annoying the crap out of me and derailing my train of thought
that's essentially missing two weeks in two classes.
this is the most work i've done in a row in a while.
it's exhausting, but good.
forward progress and all of that.
in between homework, i've been reading Dry by Augusten Burroughs. It's great - and less grotesque than Running With Scissors.
listening to elliott smith is the opposite of an anti-depressant.
"oh, sure, i can listen to it because it's daytime and bright out and i'm driving and doing stuff and feeling okay."
but then, two hours later, in class, the lyrics are still echoing in your head.
i love him.
goddamn, you wouldnt think a chinchilla could be so loud and demanding about wanting to come out of its cage, but Bucket is sure annoying the crap out of me and derailing my train of thought