The following events occurred during a period of time. Times are approximate.
9:00 - I should take a shower! It's going to be a looong night.
9:30? Idk - considers beginning assignment, decides not to.
10:00ish - Wanders around room, considering the pros and cons of Moroccan style decor.
11:00 - Begins watching documentary on the sexual revolution
11:00 - fiddles with bed dressings - oooh those are nice pillows!
11:00 - I have to pee
11:00 - the cat wants to go out. Quick! Before she pees!
11:00 - sharpen pencil... a lot
11:15ish? - Start note cards
11:35ish - finish notecards - why is it that these stupid definitions took half my goddamn stack?
11:40 - flicks through channels obsessively searching for something to procrastinate with even more besides sex of '69 (lol 69)
11:41 - sighs, decides to get crap done now, refuse myself sleep until every godforsaken blank is filled with beautiful biological knowledge
11:45 - loses sight of goal and refocus my attention on sex o' '69.
11:46 - looks wistfully at pile of books on floor
11:47 - considers shelving unit and its odd color
11:47 - wonders vaguely where the cat's gone off to
11:48 - tries to pay attention
11:50 - gets bored trying to pay attention and SLOWLY ties up hair
11:52-12: reads/does not absorb anything being read
12:00 - have the brilliant idea to record all the stupid, useless things I've been doing to avoid doing stupid, useless work
12:10 - decide I should really get this stuff done. But my room doesn't smell like Brazilian carnival, so I forgo work in favor of pleasant aromatic room spray
12:11 - think about skipping it and copying from someone else
12:12 - decide that's a horrible way to start the year and slap myself across the face (metaphorically) to convince myself to work
OH LOOK, IT WORKED.
For the next twoish hours, Natalia worked, and actually got shiz done. Not completely, but good enough to not be dying tomorrow/TODAY.
Oh yes. I got my spring testing results back. They were fine - except for math, where I got BASIC and a mini-scolding for all my trouble. BUT WHO CARES, IT'S MATH. I mean, really.
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