I'm about to finish up my portion of a paper on school shootings for my social problems seminar (thankfully. I'm sure the project leader is freaking that I haven't gotten it to her by now, seeing as how the entire paper is due this Thursday -- though I've a feeling I'm not the only member of my group who hasn't finished her part of the paper yet). Then I can get to work on the presentation we have to do in December to accompany said paper, and on the group project for my research methods class that's due right after Thangsgiving, and on the 10 page book review I'm supposed to write -- also for research methods -- over a 400 page book, of which I've only read the first 35 or so pages. And somewhere in there I need to squeeze in the text readings for all of my classes so I won't be completely screwed on upcoming tests and finals.

Did I mention that school is hard? Bleah.

I owe some people some e-mail. I swear I'm not blowing you off. I just have to at least get this paper done before I can even think about sitting down to respond.

You should see my part of the house. Wait, no you shouldn't. Nobody should have to see this mess. My kitten has effectively destroyed every room, and I have no time to pick up after her. I don't even have time to fix the bookshelves that she knocked down. So I just stare at them between reading and writing and being too brain-fried for either and try to will them back into place. It doesn't work.

I'm out of Ritalin. I've been out of Ritalin for over a month. Synthroid, too. Untreated hypothyroidism and ADD do not a helpful combination make. Oh, and in abnormal psych we filled out these profiles the other day and mine said that I have a propensity towards depression. I just don't accept that. Yeah, I get pretty bummed sometimes, especially when things get hard and I start having to struggle (like now), but I don't think I've ever felt that sense of hopelessness that goes along with severe depression. And I can always give you reasons for why I'm feeling depressed. There's always an identifiable trigger, and I can usually pick myself up fairly easily once I'm done wallowing in self-pity for a while. I think I generally tend to be pretty optimistic. I think I scored high on the potential for depression scale because I scored high on all the questions about wanting to sleep a lot and having no energy, but that's the hypothyroidism for you.

This is already way longer than I'd intended or had time for. All righty, back to my paper. I hope you're having more fun today than I am.