Yawn!

My computer flew away today. At least, I hope it did. I got up this morning (before ten!), called DHL, scheduled a pick-up, and handed it off in its little box to the people at the front desk. At the least, it's out of my hands. I hope they fix it, and I'm going to try not to think about it too much.

Contributing to this effort, as I dragged myself out of bed this morning, I vowed to go to all the rest of my classes this quarter. Because I've already missed four days of Civ (one was the first day of the quarter, and therefore shouldn't count at all, especially since I thought it was Monday when it was Tuesday). That's about 20% of the classes. Now, I don't really have to be there, and no one would know if I didn't go... but I get so paranoid when I skip more than a day or two. I mean, I was in the shower yesterday and convinced myself that there might have been an actual midterm that I'd overlooked, and it sent me into a bit of a worried frenzy until I re-read the syllabus. And if there was, I was never told about it in a convenient way, so I guess I'd at least have a slightly feasible excuse for being totally screwed. Still screwed, though. (Don't any of you say anything! If I'm going to fail this class, I want to find out finals week.)

I've actually got lists of things I need to do now that aren't just private-entry note-to-self things. (Yes, I am that attached to my LJ. But dude, it's so convenient that way, since I can check that from any computer, and I have a habit of leaving all my random notebooks around in places where I can't find them when I need them. Like all my notebooks for class today...) And I wish I had a computer to write on. Because it always happens that, when I don't have an easy way to get things down, I end up with a ton of bunnies that I don't know what to do with. And it takes ever so very long to write things down by hand. (Which is what I've been doing for the papers I have due next week. Yes, my computer broke a week before I had three papers due in two days. True, one of them is just an outline, but I have to do just as much research for it as I do for the two papers, so it counts about the same. Sigh. This weekend's going to be fun.)

I also let myself get talked into playing basketball for the house again tonight. We still didn't win, but for some reason I felt less like I was going to die. Maybe I'm slightly more in shape now. (After three basketball games... played every other week. Of course this makes sense!) I probably just learned to pace myself better.

I should probably stop putting off going to see the head of the English department, eh? People should harass me about that, because now I've sort of forced myself to stop worrying about my major and internships... and now is pretty much the time I need to be worrying about that, because (tomorrow's Thursday, I have to remember to go to the CAPS info session, otherwise I'm in trouble...) otherwise it'll be the end of the quarter and I'll realize I haven't done anything. Wow. See, this is why I try not to think about it. Ahhhh. At least my classes aren't that stressful this quarter... aside from the fact that I have to write good papers, which is something I haven't really been doing lately. Crap.

Oh, and on a totally different note, does anyone have any idea where my brain would have picked up the Great Gatsby lately? Because I napped between 6:30 and 7-something today and for some reason, my subconscious decided to treat me to a slightly different adaptation of it that I was trying to make into a movie while... watching it happen. In post-WWII New York City and/or Hawaii... entirely in a department store decorated for Christmas. And Daisy was playing with some poor soldier's heart. Anybody? Anybody? Because as far as I can figure, this makes no sense. I fell asleep reading William Harvey's Anatomical Exercises. The only link I can make here is... um. None.