I've been having a random crying spell pretty much every night this week and wondering if I'm about to catch the flu when I realize that I'm going into this Friday's finals unprepared. In other words, I'm stressed and anxious, and the part of my brain that I programmed to automatically figure out which emotion I'm feeling has decided to defect to the tropics.
I have to get up and learn another 37 pages of my set theory text book, and even then I won't have prepared at all for my logic final.
Things are going to be so different in 2012. I'm never, ever letting a day go by when I don't do at least two hours of math again. Don't care if I'm sick, bleeding everywhere, on an airplane, or anything else; if I'm conscious, it's getting done. Two hours is the barest minimum I can do and keep myself acceptably sharp. That's on a rest day. On work days, I have to do more than that. I hate thinking like a snail. The snail is speeding up a little bit now, but it's still kinda on the slow side.
Too many courses, too many logistical problems, and too much time wasted on moronic shit because my feeble brain can't handle the logistical/planning load I've been handing it, or the massive amount of disorder in my life right now. It's going to be good to be back in the dorms so that I can go back to the drawing board in terms of learning how to cook and plan good meals. I need to re-learn how to eat. I've seriously been living on mostly bread, eggs, milk, rice, yoghurt, and granola bars for the past year.
Hate this, but I think that if I manage to identify a small handful of three or four objectives to work on for the next while, I'll do okay. For a while I needed a chaotic life to give myself the illusion of control, but now I'm really, truly desperate for a stable sort of schedule.