I hurt

Physically. My thighs are aching something fierce. Is it all the sitting? The lying on my stomach to read a heavy textbook? Descending the stupid stairs at the library? I bet it's all those things. Like I keep saying, studying too much is not good for your body. Why can't I do the kind of studying that involves getting out and physically doing something? It's so nice outside. The sky hasn't been cloudy for a week, it's actually sunny, and the parks are brimming with people. and here I am, sitting inside with a book in my lap. Though thankfully, due to my stubborn reluctance to do any hardcore studying two weeks before any of the exams, one of those books was a novel. Which I finished today. Which I wasn't supposed to do. But I wanted to. So there. Not that I haven't been studying. I already know more about Chile, Argentina, and Venezuela than I did two days ago. Never mind that this is the stuff that I supposed to know already. The class bored me, okay? I can't help but doze off and think of smut when I'm bored. I think I'm having a better time now because I'm skipping anything remotely theoretical (the prof said theory wouldn't be the focus) plus any other details that we wouldn't even have time to write down in the hour we have per question anyway. So no panic. Panic at this stage would be ridiculous, though I think other people are feeling it, especially since they started revising since god knows when. I got looks of shock when I admitted that I didn't begin myself until this Wednesday. Wait, that was yesterday. I only started yesterday?! Then why the hell am I so tired already? It must be all that photocopying for the thesis. Oh god, this is not good.

Nevertheless, I'll attempt to find solace in one of my favorite Al Swearengen lines: "In life, you have to do a lot of things you don't fuckin want to do. Many times, that's what the fuck life is, one vile, fucking task after another. But don't get aggravated. Then the enemy has you by the short hair."

Oh Deadwood. Out of all the shows that have gotten cancelled on me, that's the one I miss the most.

Three and a half weeks before I head back home (PR). I might be a little less incredibly eager if I had time to travel around here a bit now, but exams aren't the type of thing that'd cheer me up. I wrote yesterday. More than I've written in a month. That helped. It's not smut, sadly enough. It's odd. I want to write smut, yet the muse doesn't seem interested.

New Milo pics, though. It looks like season 1 hair, too. Good stuff. The icon I'm using is from one of them.

I think I'll go to the Tate Britain this weekend. I need to do something that doesn't involve the library.