post-war.

My math test went okay, I think.  I always am extremely stressed over it, and I always say to myself afterwards, “Oh, you know, that’s not really something I could have studied for.  It’s just something I had to know.”  But that’s not true.  I studied a lot of those questions.  But, what sucks is — none of them really use a “theorem A implies blah blah blah” approach, but rather, they use something like, “well, i know how to get fruit down with a stick, so how can i get a cat down from a tree?” reasoning.  I know how to do problems similar to them, but most of them are of a new species completely.

I don’t know what it is, but my stomach is killing me.  Really.  It’s like last year.  But I can’t think of anything that would have set it off.  If it lasts for longer than this weekend, I’mma go see the doc.

Atenolol. (part1).

I was interested in knowing how this shit worked. I have to go to bed now, but I’ll link all the stuff tomorrow or saturday. One of my favorite things about it, as I think I’ve said a few times before, is the possible side effects:

Cold extremities, dizziness, tiredness, decrease in heart rate, depression, and nightmares.

How bad-ass is that?

“Hey, Bill. Zoloft, huh? Pretty crazy stuff.”

“Yeah, my sex drive has really decreased.”

“But are you having nightmares?“

“Every day is a nightmare for me.”

Really bad-ass stuff.

what?

You know what — every time someone asks me who I’m going to vote for, I say Ralph Nader.

Well.  Now he’s running. 

Back?

Ugh, I’m really sick.  But not like, sniffles and sore throat sick.  Like, sick as in I have dull cramps everywhere in my abdomen and I am constantly tired.  When I was riding my bike home, I started to close my eyes because I thought that the bike would just get me home.  What the hell is that shit?  Delirium?  I dunno.

My computer was infected with a virus.  Also, I guess, either at the same time there was some hardware issue or some cool virus symptom that caused my computer to keep turning off after 5 minutes of being on.  So, I shook the computer around and turned it over, and then scanned my whole system piece by piece, taking out all the assorted spyware and virus-deals that I had.   Now it seems to be — okay.

I hope.

Also, I love clamwin, don’t get me wrong, but it took 9 hours to scan my computer.  NINE.  That’s a lot.  Leave it on for the weekend, kids.

I found it.

Update:  Done with my Egyptian essay.  Now I just need to print it out and stress out about mathematics.

Now, I found ONE tablet of atenolol.  It took me forever.  But I remembered that whenever I’m nervous, I put a tablet in my coat pocket so I don’t need to open that little pill case I have of them in class or whatever.  Mostly, I do this during exams.  But I’ve been wearing my striped brown jacket lately — but what did I wear before that?

To one of my math exams, before Christmas, I wore my black long-peacoat thing.  I looked in the pocket, and viola.  Atenolol.

But this is still relatively serious.  I need to get more of this.  I don’t know why, but I feel particularly panicky this week.

Only one final left before my core is finished.

I lost it.

I misplaced my atenolol.  This is pretty bad.

It’s funny that they should have the same medicine cure the physically weak of heart and the emotionally weak of heart.

I guess the most important thing I can just do is be calm and don’t –

Men’s Rights.

This is why I think we really live in a matriarchal nation.  If we were REALLY run by men, wouldn’t we have something like this for US already?

Oh, right, we do.  Our hands.

Can anyone tell I’m trying to avoid an Egyptian paper?  It’s 4:20 now, and I’ve been writing on and off for a few hours.  I’ve got 7 pages of notes.  I’ve got almost two pages of essay, and I’m on my third page of my notes.  I hope my notes don’t run out before my paper is to the 5-page mark.

Rainbow Sphere.

It makes sense now.

Now you’re playing with power.

Just in case you were wondering.

why do I keep watching My So-Called Life.

Angela: So, … you and Kyle broke up. I mean…was there like, a reason?

Sharon: I guess, I’d have to say…it was my beliefs. I didn’t feel like…I should give up my beliefs…even for Kyle.

Angela [in her head]: So Sharon had beliefs.

edit: later in the episode:

Dr. [to angela]: At the risk of being intrusive…I urge you, please: use a condom. And a sponge.