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Date: 15 January 2004 02:23:39
It has been decreed that my living quarters (er... room) need(s) to be tidy and clean before Monday. On Monday I start work. And will never feel like reversing etropy again.
The issue is - what to do with all my uni notes? The obvious answer is chuck them out. And this seems a good solution in theory. But when I'm going through the piles of stuff and I see a book with neatly written (this is rare) pages on things which act on muscarinic receptors, I panic! I have absolutely no idea what acts on muscarinic receptors (other than muscarine) anymore. What if I need to know? Then rational yay pipes up with "Er, you have textbooks on these topics. You also have the internet!". But what about all those hours I spent in stuvac trying to make it look like I'd listened all semester? The diagrams I painstakingly copied. The copious underlining at the time of writing to give the appearance of revision... It seems so sad.
I made the mistake of thinking I'd overcome my hoarding tendencies. But they've come back to bite me. Until now I've had the excuse that maybe there's been a mistake and I actually failed something a few years ago and will have to repeat it. But I have the bit of paper that says this isn't the case.
Thus far I have only managed to dispose of first year psychology and biology in their entirety.
Now I think it's time for lunch. I need a break from this angst.