And now I remember...

...why I'd rather work in my room.


I did well, I got three things done. Then I had to go back to my room because I'd forgotten my keys, and when I get off of work at 2 am, Muffitt will be locked, and I'd like to get in (I also brought back some Chex Mix and Reeses to snack on for the next four hours. It was necessary.).

I try to do my homework in the order that it's due. I can't do one of my assignments for Monday yet, because I need to borrow notes from Clare. No biggie, it's not going to take that long to write. So I went to the next thing on my list. Creative writing. I pulled out my creative writing notebook to see which stories I need to read for Monday, and realized it's the wrong notebook. I have to do three things for creative writing, but I have to read the stories before I can do the other two assignments. And I can't do the first one because I brought the wrong notebook. And I can't go back to my room and get it, because now I'm working.


Why didn't I notice in the two hours I was here before I was working?!
Augh!