Last year I wrote up this post about Valentine's Day, so I don't need to say all that again. This post on honesty has been on my mind the last couple days, not sure why. February's an extremely short month; it's almost halfway over. Which is probably good, because work usually seems to be more numerous, things go wrong more often, and there isn't much pop-culture-wise to keep us from overthinking everything. And the weather's usually pretty bad. All of this adds up to: February is one of the least-liked months of the year.
This week's gone better than last, but it's still been long and tiring. About two-thirds done with my latest blogcentric project(the S.H.I.E.L.D.-level exhaustive listing of season one Agents quotes). An in-depth look at being a college student and comparison of various Oklahoma colleges are in early stages of development. And there's lots of homework to do this weekend that I'm too tired to work on right now.
Had a character-study essay of James Joyce due Thursday and two briefs of legal cases, a news package to edit and one to shoot and a poem and fifteen in-depth critiques all due this week, which all has been or is being completed.
Hoping to be able to get back on track working on fiction; there's just been too much going on since school started to chip away at the ideas and stories that want to make themselves heard. But that's what breaks are for, right?
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