It is one in the morning. Surprisingly, I feel somewhat less awful than I typically do in this same situation—especially considering that this situation is worse than most situations of the sort. And more infuriating, because it's not all my fault this time. It is one in the morning. Before nine this morning, I have to write another 800 words, minimum, on my term paper, and I don't have enough source material. (This is just " the draft". It's a good thing, because it is going to be a disorganized shambles.) My thesis is that, despite being rooted in theological controversy, the Great Schism of 1054 had significant political and cultural effects on Byzantine Constantinople. (When I said last fall in some blog post that I would love to research Byzantine history, I really meant it. Ha.) True, I put off starting this paper about two weeks later than I really should have, but I have done much worse (e.g., last semester, when I did my entire term project—topic, research, and writing (for the same professor, no less)—in three days). And I have been hard at work researching and outlining it for the past two weeks. Yet, it's still incredibly in disarray. I might just end up churning out 2500 words of relative claptrap, thereby at least snagging most of the 30% of my grade this is worth, and completely rehauling it for the final draft, which I will have three weeks to prepare.
I also have to write a 600-word paper on principles of "livability" and "mobility" in urban design *gag reflex* as a response to a 40-page reading assignment of which I have yet to read 10 pages. I worked on this reading assignment last Thursday night and Sunday, as well as yesterday and today. I have no idea how I managed not to get the writing even started.
Correction—I DO know how this happened! I was asked out on a date on Friday by a guy who could actually make a semi-plausible boyfriend (for once; he's the third guy to ask me out and the first two were Majorly Creepy Old Guys). I will most likely blog more about him 'n' stuff later. Suffice it to say that I freaked out over this completely unexpected (and possibly unwanted) development in my life and got absolutely nothing done on Friday, and very little done on Saturday—the only free days I have in a week. Thus, I have been scrambling to catch up in the free hours of my church- and class- and nap-filled days ever since, and I have been alternating between miserable and rather proud of myself, since I have managed to overcome my procrastination habits pretty consistently all week, which may be a first for me. It's like crunch time, except that instead of lasting one or two or three days, crunch time has been lasting for a week and counting.
On a high note, l spent more than an hour doing devotions this morning, which was gloriously rejuvenating. I need to do this more often. (Even on a smaller scale. Someone hold me to this, please.)
I really hope I'm not too fatigued tomorrow morning to do well on the government exam I've barely had the chance to study for…
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