You Know that Light at the End of That Tunnel? Yeah, It's A Freight Train

There will be no second quiz tonight. I'm moving through the reading for this unit at glacial pace. (Should have finished unit 11 last night...)

What good will knowing how to name cis-2-propylcyclopentanecarbaldehyde ever do me?

Binge and purge, that's how I do o-chem.

Slouching toward the finish line. And when I get there, I will drown any and all troubles in ethanol. I have a full bottle of wine and the remains of a bottle of vodka. And of course there is the drink I've promised myself once my finals are over. Tuesday night at nine looks like the magic hour. I wonder if I'll have my o-chem lab reports finished by then? Depends on when the history papers get done. And the genetics lab report.

The thought of just quitting now playfully occurs to me.

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I want to finish everything, all my work, before I go take the genetics final. Because that will mean that on Tuesday night at nine, I will be finished with everything, and for the rest of the week before I return to Albuquerque I can play.

These next days are going to be hellishly busy. It's going to suck. A lot. But they have to be done, lived through.