"A King of Scraps and Patches in your Nutshell, Nutshell..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Ate carrots to-day, got sick. I thought that five months was long enough to let my strange little system get over the Vitamin B poisoning, but apparently this is not so. >_> Blah.

Exhaustion has turned to lack of motivation, as a direct result of which it is four-thirty and I haven't done my schoolwork yet. I have two maths lessons, two logic lessons, and a Latin lesson; Mum did Astronomy with us this morning. I lose at Astronomy. It still fails to make any sense. ;_; At least I love maths and Latin, because logic is a demon also. Our text is rather terrible.

Whine, whine, whine. I lose. *facepalms*

Not feeling good to-day. Shall get to work now and try to accomplish something at least. My fingers are cold, and I made rather an ass of myself over my notebook to-day--I thought I'd forgotten it when I got home from work, so Da' drove me all the way back, at which point I realised it was on the floor of the car.

...Work ethic, where did you go? I remember when I had to get up at six o'clock every morning, and always had all my schoolwork done by ten-thirty. This is pathetic.

I am behaving truly awful to-day. Perhaps I should take the night off and hide in my room and read.

...Maths, right.

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[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Iiiii am not allowed not to do my work.

>_< Unfortunately, I fail at that to-day.