I hope that you feel better and that your uterus is beaten into submission - but you nearly killed me with your Team Free Will reference. Literally; I was eating a sandwich and, apparently, cannot laugh while swallowing without choking.
BATTLE THROUGH THE PAPERZZZ OF DOOM. I BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK YOU.
OH MAN. With your I BELIEVE IN YOU comment my brain immediately substituted in: "I BELIEVE IN THE DOCTOR." - Gratuitous Doctor Who moment there. For reals.
SAME HERE and I have two essays due tomorrow! Which I have not started. Although to be fair, one is for extra credit and therefore unnecessary to complete. But still.
Sometimes the 'profen just doesn't do its job. Hang in there, friend.
Film analysis. Either on cinematography in American Beauty, or sound in Repulsion. Or I can do both and one counts as extra. :-/
I'm off to bed early, because of reasons. The class isn't until 2:30 and I can totally b.s. an A paper in two hours. It's one of my many gifts. (Too bad I can't do the same for calculus.)
Better, I caved and took another dose of the 'profen and it seems to be holding for now. So I have managed to get a sizeable chuck written out rough. Mine is a reading response papers for two books I had to read regarding Transgenderism for my History of Gender class.
Damn, I wish I had that talent. BSing essays never work for me. And in a masters degree EVERYTHING is high stakes, at least in my program. As in a 6 pager is work 30% or even 40% of your grade. It is pants shitting worthy for sure. - I am just going to sit here, super envious of you and your obvious talent. That ma'am is something I definitely wish I could do.
LOOOOOOOOOL Shark Week. I love it. Perfect metaphor in every way really.
Huh. I never have the tears during the week of doom. If it is particularly nasty I get a bit snappy. The mister has been giving me the fish eye all day, I think he senses danger on the horizon. :D
It's a pretty bad one, and I'm out of one of my important meds (until I can get to the pharmacy, which is hard with no car). They also strongly suspect I have PMDD (because I don't have enough wrong with me as it is).
I'm sorry to hear about the revolt of the uterus. Hopefully the majority of the rebellion doesn't last the entire week, and quickly dies down to the typical street brawl instead. Your uterus has horrible timing.
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BATTLE THROUGH THE PAPERZZZ OF DOOM. I BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK YOU.
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Thank you for the moral support bebe!
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Sometimes the 'profen just doesn't do its job. Hang in there, friend.
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*feels for you in regards to your essays. Eeek! Due tomorrow!?* What are they on?
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I'm off to bed early, because of reasons. The class isn't until 2:30 and I can totally b.s. an A paper in two hours. It's one of my many gifts. (Too bad I can't do the same for calculus.)
How's your essay coming along now?
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Damn, I wish I had that talent. BSing essays never work for me. And in a masters degree EVERYTHING is high stakes, at least in my program. As in a 6 pager is work 30% or even 40% of your grade. It is pants shitting worthy for sure. - I am just going to sit here, super envious of you and your obvious talent. That ma'am is something I definitely wish I could do.
Oh Puke. Calculus is just a dirty, dirty word. :D
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* In case this makes no sense, Discovery Channel dedicates a week every year to sharky goodness, and well...blood in the water all up in here.
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Huh. I never have the tears during the week of doom. If it is particularly nasty I get a bit snappy. The mister has been giving me the fish eye all day, I think he senses danger on the horizon. :D
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So that might be it. Possibly.
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SO NOT FAIR.
(I hope you don't that.)
(For real.)
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:D
I was discussing this with the mister and he was like: "Well, sure beats the alternative right?"
My glare could have powered a nuclear reactor for a few hundred decades.
(The worst part is that he is so right too)
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