I think it is about time to go to bed.
I've been working pretty hard for the past two hours and I held up a pretty solid pretense for working a few hours before then. I have one full and one half section of my natural sciences take home test left. The rest of it should probably be edited in the morning, but the answers are complete. I haven't really started my social sciences essay. My humanities essay just needs a solid edit.
I am trying to convince myself that I have enough work done to go to sleep and honestly I think I do, but everyone calls this week hell week. Everyone is tweaking out about all the work that they need to complete and that's really all I've got.
Sure, I feel bad that I haven't really started my social sciences paper, but I have all day tomorrow and half of Friday to do it.
And I'm kind of sleepy.
Not absurdly tired by any means, but bed sounds nice.
Fuck it. If tomorrow somehow winds up being absurdly stressful, I'll know better for next semester.
:)
Edit:
Nope. See, this is why blogging was such a great procrastination method in high school. I would post a crappy blog and then I'd be all inspired to do my work again. Now let's see what we can make Joseph Black say about heat...
I've been working pretty hard for the past two hours and I held up a pretty solid pretense for working a few hours before then. I have one full and one half section of my natural sciences take home test left. The rest of it should probably be edited in the morning, but the answers are complete. I haven't really started my social sciences essay. My humanities essay just needs a solid edit.
I am trying to convince myself that I have enough work done to go to sleep and honestly I think I do, but everyone calls this week hell week. Everyone is tweaking out about all the work that they need to complete and that's really all I've got.
Sure, I feel bad that I haven't really started my social sciences paper, but I have all day tomorrow and half of Friday to do it.
And I'm kind of sleepy.
Not absurdly tired by any means, but bed sounds nice.
Fuck it. If tomorrow somehow winds up being absurdly stressful, I'll know better for next semester.
:)
Edit:
Nope. See, this is why blogging was such a great procrastination method in high school. I would post a crappy blog and then I'd be all inspired to do my work again. Now let's see what we can make Joseph Black say about heat...
