Argh.

I'm stressed out now and the damnedest thing is, I really have absolutely no reason to be. I've not been at college today, but I've spent the best part of the day trying to decipher the hieroglyphics that make up my terrible, terrible handwriting which is bad enough even when I'm not trying to write on the bus, and it's really got on top of me. My poor, battered, frazzled brain is rebelling.

End result: I've nearly finished typing up Chapter Oh God I Can't Remember And Can't Be Bothered To Look It Up of 'Seuche'. I'd guess I'm stressed because I've typed up something stupid like 4,650 words of fanfic from my notes today and whilst that's nowhere near my best, it's quite enough when basically all you're doing is a rewrite. I've still got one scene to write up, too. I have got to remember to type up my notes as I go along. I can't be doing with having near as dammit 5000 words of fanfic to transcribe from my writer's notebook onto the screen. It's killing.

So. I've spent all day typing. I'm now updating my LJ, and typing again. When I finish here, I'm going to go type some more. I'm not signing in on MSN tonight because I really should be working right now.

See, I'd like to relax now but I can't, because I have to answer questions about pregnant women on Blackboard. I've answered one question and already I freaking hate Blackboard's user interface. It really is goddamn awful. devida mentioned Blackboard before and she was quite right to say it was designed by gerbils or something. In fact, I think gerbils would have done a better job of deigning a computer program - which strikes me as a theoretical concept rather like the infinite number of monkeys and the script for 'Hamlet', only involving gerbils and computer programming. If an infinite number of monkeys can work out the script for 'Hamlet', why shouldn't a comparable amount of gerbils be able to design a better computer program than Blackboard?

It doesn't help that the questions are of a stupidly exciting nature, saying thrilling stuff like 'how much does a pregnancy test cost?', etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Thrilling stuff. I'd rather be finishing typing up my fanfic. Sad but true.

And I'm hungry. T-T

And I would far rather be replying to the comments vermachtnis left me, because they're so much more interesting than any of this stuff I have to do about pregnancy. The comments involve Ken and there is no way even an obsessed fangirl like me can work Ken into a discussion about pregnant women. I mean, I could try, but I think that'd push even my talents for fangirlishness to the absolute limit. In short, I'm caught in the middle of a classic clash between my needs (to work) and my desires (to eat stuff and indulge my fangirlish streak, again).

I need to really crack on with revising for my exams as well, but I'll start next week because I have a lot of free time next week and this week's now getting a little bit pushed. As you sow so ye will reap, etcetera, and I'm currently reaping the consequences of my weekend's procrastination. Damnation take it my fingers are starting to ache. And I have a lot more typing to go. And now something's started making moaning noises at me underneath my Hikaru Utada and I'm scared. I've already jumped a mile at the sound of the TV next door tonight, though, so I'd be prepared to bet it's nothing. Oh... it's a power drill or somesuch. At 10:25 at night? Great.

Oh well. So much stuff to do... I really need to go and do some of it, don't I? Wish me luck.