Okay, so I’m being dramatic. Crymoar.
Still. Math would be so much simpler if my mind didn’t feel it necessary to start drawing swirly patterns behind my eyes and blaring music in my head.
It’s like it’s just TRYING to distract me, I swear.
But the show must go on. And I know when I get it, I’ll be all proud of myself and we’ll be set.
But in the meantime, this is hell under a ceiling fan.
I swear, were it not for my boyfriend, I’d opt for living with whoever would let me and getting whatever job I could find and go from there. And I probably wouldn’t be miserable, either, knowing me.
That’s not at all to say I’d prefer that. I’m happier now than I imagine I could be any other way, but that also doesn’t mean I’d have been UNhappy.
Alas. Happy and broke < happy and paid. And since I don’t naturally do anything well enough to get paid for it……actual schoolwork it is.
And so it continues.