That’s pretty much what I feel like right now. I have to stop doing this to myself. I start every single semester with the firm avowal that I will do my homework in plenty of time before the class. I promise myself that I will make sure to keep up with my reading and take copious notes. I always tell myself that I’m going to start my essays at least two weeks in advance of their due dates.
Thus far, I’ve done it once.
I pulled off an all nighter of finding articles, reading the articles, doing a synopsis of each article, writing my own thoughts and making sure I didn’t screw up the bibliography. After that I had to read 3 chapters and write a discussion paper on them. I didn’t write up any notes, but damn! I’m done!
I’m so tired that my brains are 3/4 asleep. But I’m done.
Don’t expect an entry later. I have a feeling that I’ll be retiring to my boudoir in order to renew my acquaintance with my pillow.
I’m too old for this nonsense. Too bad I’m too dense to learn…or too lazy to care.
Bran is ill. He’s spent time this morning being very intimate with the toilet and a pail. Does this mean that I’m going to be next on the pukey pail brigade? I most sincerely hope not.
We sold the car back to Bran’s ex. She sold her more valuable car because she needed the money and we can’t afford the upkeep of the car. It was draining over $100 a month that we could ill afford. This means that grocery trips will involve the bus or cabs or both. Oh well. It was nice having a car while we had one. It certainly came in handy for the move and such like.
Hey, maybe we’ll win the lottery and we can get a nice new car. Yeah, I know. I live for my delusions.