8:30 on a Friday night and I’m. Well. Not exhausted anymore, because I skipped Discrete out of desperation for sleep this morning–so I’m not tired so much as drained. The Comp Sci Project From Hell consumed two lives this week (Darren’s and mine) before we finally rose above it this afternoon, clutching The Most Efficient Path like the bloody head of some monstrous… uh, monster.
It did involve the creation (and subsequent destruction) of the Ninja Assassin Algorithm, though, and there’s something to be said for that.
That’s not the only thing that’s eaten my time, of course–let’s not forget The Giant Shakespeare Play From Hell (A Few Miles South Of The Comp Sci Project), The Double Whammy Tuesday Exams, The Last-Ditch Efforts To Keep A Friend From Transferring and of course The Overuse Of Capital Letters. Hooray for crunch time, and I think it’s entirely true that what doesn’t kill you blah blah blah, because I’m handling this better than I would have a couple years ago.
Even so, I’m struggling to find the motivation even to play a video game right now. I’m that kind of tired, whatever it is. it’s 8:45 on a Friday night and my girlfriend hasn’t called back.
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