Big Sh*t hits the Proverbial Fan
Saturday, April 14
It just dawned on me recently how deep I got myself in sh*t. The full impact of what I've done, what I'm about to do, and what I hope to do, has just hit me. The past two weeks were a blur, and I don't remember much except for bed cramps and butt-aches (from either lying down or sitting down for indefinitely long periods), T-shirts drenched in sweat, and the garbage bin overflowing with junk food refuse.
I enlisted----- enrolled, for Math 54 this summer and in approximately 56 hours I would experience firsthand the wrath of the killer math with the highest "mortality rate". I'm not really sure why I took it, but I think I must have thought it best to just bow my head and just plow straight through to the best I can without breaking my neck. I planned to do some advance readings but the most time I spent with my Leithold was about 15 minutes, trying to figure out the application of the definite integral to the center of mass of an object, but I stopped halfway through moments of mass and just went on with my Bleach marathon. So much for advance reading and stock knowledge....
Now I must continue on resisting the ringing bells of the dreamworld, to successfully reset my biological clock.
Labels: doldrums
thrown by A.Paul @ 01:22,
