I have to keep this short.
I went to Math this morning, where I learned I was still ahead on all the homework. We probably won’t get to the stuff that is making me throw my notebook until next week. Le sigh.
When I got home (early, because Lit Survey was cancelled), I had Italian meatball soup with half an avocado added to it. Don’t give me that face. It was delicious. Then I started the second disk of Les Vampires, a French film serial from 1915 that we sampled for Vampire lit. I would rather watch it in a group, but getting people to come over for 15 45-min episodes of silent film is arduous.
And for some reason, I thought that what my afternoon really needed was more Math. So I broke out my notebook and started tackling the exercises the professor hands out for bonus test points. A couple of hours later, I decided to get ahead on the online homework.
Then Buddy got home. I realized that I really should have done the grocery shopping on my way home because now I didn’t have time to go shopping and make it to choir. And then I checked my email, wherein I discovered a reminder from my Art professor about the 6-8 page paper due tomorrow.
I just wanted to quit. I wanted to sit down and cry. I wanted to break something. A whole afternoon on Math. Not baking cookies for the game night tomorrow, not making truffles for the FRG fundraiser, not writing a paper that I completely forgot about, not doing anything of any use.
I gave myself a migraine not crying about this eff-up. I spent the drive to the Commissary focusing on how I would get the baking done and trying out different intros for my paper. I don’t have a lot to work on, but hopefully my honorary degree in BS will make up for that.
I finished the baking at 9:30. Dinner was leftover avocado with chicken and broccoli. Watched some Olympics. Now I’m just trying to see how long I can put off this paper. Not much longer, I guess. Wish me luck.