So there's this paper. And this paper is analytical as all get-out, and right now I'm on page 13. I need to be through page 15 by Monday, and the more I get down, the better off I am. yeah I know, doing pretty well as far as time goes. the only thing is that I freaking hate this right now. I'm tired of THIS. Stupid freaking history papers that make no sense to the broad understanding of things in general. It is said that people should eat more when they're stressed. I'm eating less. Yes, sleeping more, which is good. All I know is that I have been sitting in this chair looking at this freaking computer screen since 1:30 this afternoon with two one-hour breaks, and all I have to show for it is two lousy double space pages of crap that I am going to spend my Sunday revising only to have it torn up in class on Thursday, in which my prof will tell me to delete the whole thing and start over.
What the heck.
GR.
Why do I do this? Every night I see the same librarian that I have seen every week night since midterms of last quarter, and every night she smiles at me and says "See you tomorrow." History is my life, and I've spent the last three days in a row, which happen to have been perfect climbing weather, hammering crap out on a keyboard.
I can't wait until this is over.
I'm probably better right now than I think I am, I am just super upset at my inability to pick the common themes out of these six speeches.
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