Tomorrow is going to suck
It’s amazing how utterly unproductive I can be. I won’t indulge myself by reveling in it here, so it will suffice to say that today blew absolute chunks, mostly because nothing happened.
On Thursday I have a midterm and a paper due, in different classes. I still have not cracked the textbook for the class the midterm is in (I got a 72 on the first test—class average 58), and I’m *almost positive* I have the book the paper is supposed to be about.
Needless to say, I won’t be spending much time at home tomorrow. After school I’m going to schlep myself over to some public place and crank out this paper. Let’s hope it goes at least as well as the last one.
True, the strangers at Starbucks or wherever I end up won’t get on my ass if I’m staring off into space or reading blogs instead of working, but they might notice if I sprawl out on the floor for a while or decide to take “just a quick nap,” so it’s an improvement over my apartment.
I’ve got a bitch of an afternoon ahead of me, but hey, it could be worse—I was scheduled to teach tomorrow evening, before my boss found someone else to take the class (I was only subbing for a while). Earning money is overrated, really.