*cracks knuckles*

All right. THE PLAN FOR SUNDAY:

I am going to study the anatomy of the lower limb. And then type up all the lecture notes from Friday. And then go for a walk. And then study the anatomy of the upper limb.

And THEN I am going to make coffee and read all the Iron Man fic I've been bookmarking until my brain goops out of my ears (because that is a more sensible option than dipping into my savings-for-Europe and going to see the movie again).

The trick is having something to look forward to.

~

ALSO: if anyone with graphics-fu and a bit of spare time on their hands is interested in a layout-for-fic exchange, let me know -- as dearly as I love my PILOTS layout, I'm in the mood for a change, and I think I'd like something with Eowyn.

bandersnatch

*clutches head*

AAAAAAAHHHHHH fic idea no no no. BEGONE. (I was perfectly happy to have been assaulted by a rabid ficbunny when I thought I could use it for one of the collaborative projects I'm MEANT to be working on, but, uh, fuck, I think it's going to turn out way too long.) Maybe if I hold it off and keep it at the vague-and-wafty stage for a little longer, I can tailor the basic premise for the next oh_shit_santa exchange. (Myraaaaaa? When will that be?)

My head is all over the place today: focusing on study has been a real struggle. I've had music on constantly but I have yet to listen to a single song all the way through -- I get bored after 30 seconds and move on to something else. My brain feels understimulated and overstimulated at the same time.

NOT PRODUCTIVE, BRAIN. As my mother would say: SETTLE, PETAL.

Library time.