tooth soup

Last week, everything was going so well – I had a battle plan ready for my project, I was on top of things and I had a clear idea of the amount of things I could get done before I could turn my attention towards presentations and the overall dissertation side of things.

Today, I went into uni and nothing would work. Like. Nothing. Not even the things I did last week. I ran tests using exactly the same parameters as last week and they turned out completely different. I’m completely despairing of this crap. Every time I walk into that computer lab I’m stabbing needles into hay-scrapers. If there was just a way I could sit down and work everything out with formulas and logic, I would! But I don’t know how and no-one seems to be willing to show me. All the journal articles that I had found and printed out are gone and I don’t know where the backups are on either of my computer or my USB. My birthday is in two days and I know I’m not going to enjoy it. I’ve got a lovely tense family dinner lined up with Breanne and Dad probably going to be getting under each other’s skin on Thursday.

I’m frustrated and pissed off. And there’s no-one I can really talk to at the moment. I should really go and see a councillor about this stuff, but it seems like too big a step to take.
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Also, Jacob’s Ladder is a strange movie.

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