Where nothing seems to get done but it seems like I'm way ahead on my work. And then I look at the syllabi for my courses and realize, hey wait, no. I'm not ahead on anything. I've got one project due on Feb. 28, and three MAJOR productions due the week of March 14th. Two I could have started. Also, two midterms next week. I have (sort of) begun one of the long term projects; I'm also not super-worried about the midterms. Both have open book portions, and that usually saves me from any baaad mistakes. One is actually completely open book, which removes, to me, any chance I would have at fucking up. So. This week, I have to set a really ambitious schedule, and try to knock down as many of the components of these projects as I can. That means possibly sporadic blogging. This is really getting hectic, and I feel calm, but I shouldn't. It seems like I might be back-sliding into some of my more procrastinatory habits. I have to actively seek out and destroy this impulse, because although I could pull all-nighters in college, there's not a chance in hell I'd survive one now.
There is one project that I just know I'm going to be doing at the last minute. I have to visit a library technical services department and observe the flow, and I'm having a bit of a hard time figuring out that one. I contacted a library, but they're very reluctant to help, so now I'm kind of at a loss. I ABSOLUTELY REFUSE to contact the library in my town. My town library is an awful place, filled with evil people. I went the other day to check out some books, and even the smell of it gives me an INSTANT headache. So now I'm going to give it one more shot, and then I'm going to panic. Panic and I, we're not so good together. This cannot be allowed to happen.
I'm feeling even more compulsively that I should go and start some more homework. (Though it's very hard with S yelling at Halo in the background.)
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