Monday reminded me why I need an umbrella here. About the only stereotype those bloody Yanks got right was that it rains here, and I mean it *rains*. Where I am there's not been a dry day for a couple of weeks. Of course, Monday I thought I'd have it easy as it started off nice and sunny. Needless to say, after being prattled at about fixed points and how to locate four-order fixed points, and f(f(f(f(x)))) I did not need to be rained on. "Oh good," says the planet, "a challenge." Once I'd dried off I tried to work more on the FYP, but ended up just dossing around online on Gundam Wing sites. All hail bigass mecha with guns.
Yesterday and today are the same day to me. I went out, found out that the local gaming store hadn't yet got the Mage Storyteller's Handbook. Well, nuts. I was rather looking forwards to getting that. Fortunately, I was able to waste away the unproductive hours of the day by grabbing the 1/144 Gundam Nataku kit John had bought a while back and never assembled. Two quid is an eminently fair price for something with that amount of style. And bloody hugeDragon Hangs.
But I digress. Chilled thanks to the Nataku, I started work on the assignment that was due in today. It being a group assignment, the actual number crunching was already dun. It was just a matter of writing it up. It gets to about half midnight, when I've just finished typing up the abstract, and I check my mail. Shit. Because the presentations of our findings are at 10 on Wednesday morning (this morning just gone), the deadline for handing in the assignments is thus 10 am. No more did I have an overlap of all of today. It needed doing before I went into the university. At eight in the morning. Needless to say, I put on the coffee maker. Three cups of Java with enough sugar to stand a spoon in it, and the report was written. The diagrams were in, the photos were all in, the bollocks was written. I even had time to take a quiz or two (thanks to coaldustcanary)
Both of these should have been plainly obvious.
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The assignment went in, and then I had to sit through two hours of both doing presentations and watching the others on the module presenting their results. Apart from Rich and Dan, everybody else was utter boring bastards. And then, as if my need for sleep was not enough, I was reminded that I had to be in an FYP meeting. Fortunately, Dr. X had been at the assignment presentations and let me head off after five minutes. I staggered back through the door at about half one, collapsed into a chair and instead of sleeping, read the last two volumes of Preacher. Then I fell on my bed and was unconscious before hitting the damn thing.
I woke up three hours later, and my whole body hurt. I'd not turned my fire on, and as the afternoon had lengthened, the house had grown noticeably colder. And that cold had settled on me, and soaked into my bones. It took me a couple of minutes before I could walk, and a good three hours for my legs to feel warm again. That's why they hurt. Normally, I wouldn't have been so dumb as to pass out on my bed after one measly all night job, but I'm out of practice. Still, I have habañero tortillas to help me forget. And vodka. Lots of vodka.
So, what have I learned? I need more practice staying awake. I need to remember that the duvet is on my bloody bed for a sodding reason. I now know that Preacher is one of the better things to come out of comics ever. I also know that spending time talking shop on mecha-model kitbashes with JuJu is a hell of a lot of fun, especially when I can trade information for artwork. And my FYP tutor passes the ultimate test: He's a good bloke.
I so hope this gets posted before midnight.
 I honestly have a problem with doing any work before about nine in the evening. I have no idea why that is, I think it's something to do with needing to relax into doing a good night's work. It's about the only way I can be productive when working.
 I rarely check my university e-mail on a Tuesday. I ain't there, so I have no reminder.