It’s one of those days.
As much as I love the library, sometimes I can’t settle down and study there. Most of the time I attribute my dissatisfaction to a subconscious need for readjustment, so I wander the various floors until I find a new spot to study. The rest of the time (when I’m sane and honest, that is), I attribute it to my conscience lack of study motivation. If you don’t want to write a paper on the 3rd floor, chances are slim that the 4th floor will change anything.
Secondly, I participated in World History today. Sounds silly, but I’m one of those people who needs a week or so to “settle in” to a class before I start speaking out. Anyway, the instant after I made my comment, it occurred to me that what I had said was incredibly stupid. Bless the prof for simply blinking and moving on.
Thirdly, I am currently sitting on zero ideas for my 15-20 page story for Advanced Fiction Writing. I thought I had something good last night, but I was wrong. The morning light revealed it for the rubbish it truly was.
Finally, I am about to buy myself sour gummy worms as a bribe for running a few miles at the fitness center. I have a feeling Heidi Klum would approve.