This week there is hardly any time to do the work, I'm a third done with the work (some of that is wrong and I know it, but I have written something, even though some of those probability calculations aren't overly probable). Tomorrow and on Friday afternoon, there is some sort of IT instruction/assignment/course and the quantum paper is due by 5 p.m. on Friday. The IT thing is schedule from 2 - 6 in the afternoon. So I have to finish the quantum paper tomorrow and on Friday before 2 p.m.. That makes not going to lectures seem like a fairly useful option to actually get the thing done, especially since I still need to do the reading for the stuff about particles on a ring and the harmonic oscilator. It's the maths that will be the death of me anyways.
Life is constantly spinning out of control somewhere and it's always the little things that get me. e them (for the first time since I had gotten back to school, I think). I randomly picked the ones my mother had bought me and she had insisted on buying in a fitting size (searched for ages to find fitting ones). I would have sworn that I had gained weight during the vacations and during the time back in school, but the pants still fit fairly loosly. Fuck. That is not something I wanted to deal with this term.