another 1 a.m. post
The hours tick on. These past few days I've been trying my best to study for my one final exam, but I just...can't do it. I've been trying to make it fun1, but I don't think I could ever find histology that fun, unfortunately. I don't think I'll let myself fail, but it could be a very embarrassing score. Ah, who cares?
I've been trying to be more responsible for myself lately, but it always falls apart at night, because I just can't seem to get in bed before 1 a.m. no matter what I do. I have gone grocery shopping, and cooked, and swept, and taken out the trash, but for some reason I can't conquer sleeping at reasonable hours. Or doing dishes every day, which is probably the most embarrassing thing to admit ever. I've been trying, though. I guess that's all that matters. Tomorrow (later) is a new day to try again!
I've been reading The Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir. When the books go into heavy detail about some bodily system I try my best to describe it to myself, but I always end up getting distracted by the scene unfolding to do much recalling. I've had marginally more success trying to explain things every time I notice system/s working in my own body, like how am I typing this on my laptop right now? Nerves and muscles and bone and blood. And tendons, and ligaments, and my brain, and my eyes. So much work, all for such a short blog post.↩