Weekend of maths maths maths maths. I feel as if I'm experiencing death by slow poisoning. Like I'm swallowing 5 grams of lead every day. For a month. Except it's only been 2 days. I have immense amounts of maths homework, and yet another lab report to write for chemistry. Due to my crappy work ethic, I've finished something like 1/5 of my maths and I haven't started chemistry. This is not going to end well, is it?
Sadly, I don't feel like doing anything else except for maths. It's like I'm procrastinating with more work. Except once I decide to start working I notice how cold it is and how many distractions there are. For every maths question I do I feel like taking a break.
Let me tell you what happened the other day. It was the 2nd of August. I have a habit of dating my pages. Sometimes I date every page, sometimes I'll only date the start of the section, but there's always a way to trace the date I wrote something. So as I wrote down 2/8/12, I thought to myself, "why do I bother writing 2/8? I could've just written 1/4. Then I saw the 12 and I thought wait, I can simplify down further, 1/4/3? No, I can't divide 12 by 4 there, that's not simplifying. I should've divided it by 2 with along with the rest when I started. But why is there a stupid 12 in this fraction?" I almost never write a fraction over a fraction, because I prefer to change it into multiplication. Then it struck me. 12 stood for 2012. I was recording the fucking date. I don't need to simplify.
At that point I buried my face in my hands, wondering whether I was insane. Then about a second later I continued doing maths.
...Can I go on a real holiday already?
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