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Not only did calc completely throw me off the good roll I had going on my paper (well, for the first paragraph) by making me fear tomorrow since I have so much of the problem set to finish and four problems took an hour.... now that I'm back in my room (after waiting for the bus for almost half an hour) I can't concentrate on writing. I had a good idea of where to go next, but now I've lost it. I think I need to re-read the mere 150 words I wrote to start the paper, and figure out what the heck it is, exactly, that I'm doing. I should have gone back to Harper... then again, catching a bus back here would've been hard. So... the problem is it' so darn distracting here, and because they've turned the study room into the TV room and it's locked all the time, I don't really have anyplce quiet to go, so I'm in here listening to my roomie talk to her boyfriend and watching people play Castlevania. I'd go take a shower, but my roomie wants to go downstairs for game night so we can try to kick everyone's butts at DDR. I'm perfectly prepared to have to stay up until about 3 to finish this paper, since I don't have anything else important to do this week... but I shouldn't tell myself that because if I do, I know I will stay up until 3, and no amount of caffeine will be able to keep me awake in Hum, and I'll be super-frustrated with my calc. Sigh. I suppose I should get back to work now. I'll get through this, as soon as I find where I'm going with it. Gosh darnit, for once I have a decent start to a paper, and now I'm lost. I don't know what to do with myself.
I don't think I can remember the last time I was this thoroughly sore, either. My calves are trying to gnaw their way out through my skin, my ankles hate the rest of my legs, and for some reason randomly when I'm walking, something will pull in my back rather evilly. And none of this is from injury, it's just sore from lifting and kicking across the pool constantly. At least, I assume it is because I can't imagine finding a way to injure myself in the pool running in place and bounding. La la la. Ok, I have officially wasted an hour since I got back, so there goes my "write 300 words an hour and be done by midnight" thing. Bah! Well... if I write 450 words an hour I can still be done by midnight...
I don't think I can remember the last time I was this thoroughly sore, either. My calves are trying to gnaw their way out through my skin, my ankles hate the rest of my legs, and for some reason randomly when I'm walking, something will pull in my back rather evilly. And none of this is from injury, it's just sore from lifting and kicking across the pool constantly. At least, I assume it is because I can't imagine finding a way to injure myself in the pool running in place and bounding. La la la. Ok, I have officially wasted an hour since I got back, so there goes my "write 300 words an hour and be done by midnight" thing. Bah! Well... if I write 450 words an hour I can still be done by midnight...
