My life feels like the Flight of the Bumble-bee. Except without the honey. Or the bee. Or the sunny outside-time in a hammock.
I hurry to classes. I hurry to the Hive. I hurry to more classes. I hurry through homework. Sometimes I even hurry to bed. My week generally lacks non-hurriedness. Thus I present-
The Issue: I don't like being hurried.
The Culprits: Drs. Ortiz, Kim, Leiffer, Johnson, and Erickstadt.
The Solutions:
1. Go to Australia.
2. Shoot someone. Anyone.
3. Clone myself. Then force my new self to do the work while my old self (me) sleeps, reads, and generally enjoys making and eating cookies in my apartment like a normal human being.
4. Get organized.
The Conclusion:
I don't have the cash to go to Australia. I don't have the cash to buy bullets, much less a gun. I don't have cash for cloning experiments (and I sure don't want a vindictive clone of myself chasing me through the sub-sahara desert.) Thus, I must start setting aside times to do my work, go to classes, and make my cookies.
Bother. Getting organized isn't has fun as the alternatives.