Ouchie

OooooooOOOOoooooh. Legs. hurt. bad.

Down. stairs. no. fun.

I have a feeling if I ever when I do a marathon, I will not get out of bed for a week afterwards. I will have to hire a maid for my meals, and a nurse for my bedpan. Maybe I should start figuring out who to blackmail now. Or maybe I should stop being such a wuss.

One more exam over with. One more to go. I said I would not drink after this one, that I would be a good girl and wait until Wednesday. But then I was given a free shot of tequila. And then, none other than my professor himself bought me a beer. How can you say no?

Obviously, I didn't.

Frankly, "learning and behaviour" is one of the most boring psych topics out there, in my humble opinion. A couple drinks can't hurt - they make it just that much more giggly and fun. Yay, learning. Time to learn about learning. Can't think of anything I'd rather be doing. Or at least, I don't have the time to make a list.