I've come to the unfortunate realization that the probability of me having any sort of life is dreadfully slim until mid may. Ya see, between the crazy studying and work I am left with little time. Next semester is going to be worse. I'll only be taking 14 credits, but they will ALL be MATH. 14 credits of math. This is unhealthy. Just thinking about it.... Well, we won't get into all of that right now, but let's just say that my little need for perfection is psychologically damaging.

I forgot what I was actually going to write...

wow. I've been a bore.