This week has been hell, and it's only barely Wednesday. I've written so many papers this month, my fingers have started typing faster than my brain can formulate the words I intend to type. -- often leading to either hilarious or disastrous spelling errors and nonsensical ramblings. I've gotten blackout drunk and rewritten entire group projects which somehow had a happy ending, but seriously don't as me how... if Google Docs didn't save edits I wouldn't have believed I had any part in it. And finally, though this was over a week ago now, I think someone tried to kill me recently... Be careful when you go out for drinks is all I have to say on the matter.
So I'd like to think that all of this is going to be a learning experience for me. Get your work done on time, drink in moderation, be careful who you associate with, yadayadayada.... But at the end of the day I doubt I'm going to take any of it to heart which I know is against my better judgement. It's this very illogical thinking that inspired this dumb journal's title. Why do I do this to myself?
But hey on the upside the paper about Reddit's r/The_Donald I mentioned months ago is nearing completion, though I realized I can't publish it for legal reasons, but I will make a post about it if anyone is interested. And in personally more interesting news I've been working on a video project I hope to have finished by next month at the latest on an eight-year-old bad-ass anime movie I think some of you may enjoy! I hope so at least!
But until then,