Uuuuuh. It's the last week of classes here at good old Wittenberg. I have so much to do and my motivation is gone. Assuming it was ever there in the first place.

I should have done more last weekend, but instead I went out both Friday and Saturday, and spent the daytime of Saturday and Sunday in a hungover blob of uselessness on the couch.

I'm supposed to be working on my creative writing portfolio right now. I'm starting to realize I didn't write half as much as I should have this semester, and the "optional" notebook we were "encouraged" to keep would help my grade . . . if I had kept one. I'm wondering how difficult it would be to make up a bunch of fake writing ideas.

Considering my motivation level this week, though, I should probably concentrate on things I HAVE to do, rather than things that "may build my case for strong Participation" (according to the portfolio checklist my prof gave me).

Way to be vague, Professor Fucknuts.