cymry | Dec. 4th, 2002

wow. the master of the 2 hour paper strikes again. 3 down, 1 to go.... *thwacks head on desk repeatedly, then wonders why is getting a headache*. after hours and hours reading the damned book, it takes me an hour and a half to write the paper, completely off the top of my head. and gods, do i ever hate that book. what do you want to bet the woman doesn't even know the meaning of half the words she uses, such as "deleterious" and "interstitial"? too bad i'm too lazy to open a dictionary. maybe when i'm bored at work later *crosses fingers that there'll be time to be bored at work*

so i'm going out tonite, dragging myself downtown sometime tomorrow to hand in the infamous paper and perhaps buy a pair of winter boots and a hat (both becoming increasingly important, i think, as yesterday i couldn't feel my feet for half an hour after i got home), working friday, reception on saturday, working sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, then paper due and final exam on thursday. oh goodie. when exactly am i gonna have time to write my Goddesses paper? *thwacks head on desk again*

so, fire, are we still going to lunch tomorrow, or do you wanna postpone cause of your cold? send me an email (which i'll prob'ly only get back to at some ungodly hour before the sun comes up).