Mon, Nov. 17
... They're not turning us on!
Oy. So far behind. In everything. Not about to catch up any time soon. And I'm having a fat day. An "I've eaten far too much junk food lately and I've been sick and I haven't been to the gym often enough and this shirt feels tighter than it did the last time I wore it but I know that's probably just because it just came out of the dryer" day.
At work on Friday night, I decided that if I didn't know better, I'd think I was pregnant. For some reason (probably the havoc that this cold has been wreaking on my nose), the smell of the broccoli cheese soup and the mesquite dip for the chicken were making my stomach turn. They weren't making me really nauseated; they were just making my stomach turn. And it was only those two smells. Nothing else.
I'm irritated today. Don't know why; people are just making me frustrated. I don't want to be around them--I just want to curl up in my bed and sleep. But alas, I can't. I have to be around people for large amounts of time. But maybe sometime this week I'll be able to fit in some time for a nap. What a novel concept that would be.
Yeah right, though. I'm so far behind on everything that I can't afford to sleep. I'm not sure what my body will do to me if I don't, but I do know what my grades will do.
Why is it that the semester I've been working the hardest and trying hardest to stay on top of things is the semester that I fall furthest behind? This isn't healthy.
Okay. I should get some food and stop procrastinating. I'm not getting any more of this paper written, and I feel guilty tying up a computer for someone else, even though technically, I have every right to be here.
But class starts soon, and I need some food. The paper's 1/2 done, so that's a start, at least. I can take it from there later.
Speaking of novel concepts... I'm not even going to go there. There's too much unsaid to get into the lack of progress on my novel.
One year ago today: But you know what? Only 3 weeks left of classes. That means, only 12 days left of classes. That means, only 3 more Analysis classes (yay!), 2 more Tutorial classes (not so yay), 5 more History of Christianity classes (yay!), and 6 more English Comp classes (runs around the room dancing for joy and doing cartwheels).
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posted at 12:07 p.m.
