Not even worth titling properly

Well, I managed to get some work done at least. It wasn't much but it was a (very late) start. My plans have now shifted to a combination of Maths and Computing tomorrow, then panicking for Maths on Thursday.


I really have completed wasted my day. I flicked through some notes, played some more Mass Effect*... and that's about it really. I've no idea where the time's gone.

I suppose my lack of concentration isn't helped by the fact that my wound has been acting up a bit, making it very uncomfortable to sit in my chair. And my neck still hurts. There's not really anywhere else in the house I can go to be undisturbed, or to sit in a comfier chair and be undisturbed. In fact, my brother's started making a habit of coming into my room to play TimeSplitters, so even my inner sanctum can get noisy without my own intervention.


Aaargh. It seems like the more I think about my day, the more depressed I get and the more my head and neck hurt. Maybe this is stress. Or some other kind of psycho-babble. I don't really care at this point.

I'm calling this a crappy post and going to bed.

Have a nice day.








*I really need to stop playing that for the next week or so. Maybe I should do what I did with my iMac's power cable before the last exams and just tell my sister to hide it so it can't distract me.