A Small Can of Goodness

So my joke didn't work so well, mainly because the punchline wasn't actually carried out...

But that was at the sacrifice of completing my homework and studying more for inorganic, which I failed anyway. Why can't I seem to undersetand the material despite running it through my system so much.. being completely unable to process it all. But it's finally over, and I officially know what I need to do now to study effectively. I better study some more crystal and ligand field theory in the event that it ever comes up again.

I've had so much caffeine today. Made lots of tea during the night, got a steamer and blueberry cake-bread from cafe Q (ok, so its not relaly caffeine), a 20 oz. diet, a Starbucks espresso double shot in a can. It's definitely a shot. A shot of happiness and nerve-calmin... nevermind, my hands are now quivering so that's hardly calming.

My french oral was much easier than I thought it'd be, but I can't seem to remember my vocabulary very well. It's difficult to just bust out so many things at once, and I find myself stuck and at a loss of what to say.

Ksenija will let me turn in my calculations a bit later, but that means I have to have them turned in by tomorrow morning when I leave for South Carolina. I love late night runs to Remsen, cause it's not technically breaking in if you have the key to the building...

Still have to do laundry, pack, clean, do the dishes, make more chex mix, assemble crap. Oh.. will it all get done? I surely hope so, while all I want to do is crash. And now that Teddy's ditched me also, I have to go to Keswick on my first day all by my lonesome, and learn how to push old farts around by myself? and then play bingo? Hoooorrayyyy.

My pessimism is surely a result of my lack of rest. Hopefully this will help me zonk out while on the bus tomorrow.