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Okay, going the fuck to the library, laptop and textbooks in hand. Laptop cannot tolerate more than maybe five Firefox tabs open at a time, so there is MUCH less possibility of getting sucked into the endless pit of refreshing shit.

(Also my parents want me out of the house for at least a few hours during the eight-hour time frame during which my only other currently-home sibling is out. What they could want with a house entirely to themselves, I'm sure I don't know.)

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Okay, what the fuck is my actual problem?

I have literally the rest of the afternoon at the library to do homework. That is the intended purpose of this time and I removed myself from the distraction of fifty billion tabs and IRC in order to accomplish that purpose. I have logged in to Blackboard because I'm behinder on the Blackboard classes than the Canvas classes, I have looked at this week's discussion assignment for one of the classes, and that is literally all I have accomplished in the half hour I have been at the library. I have two textbooks in my bag but I have not got them out never mind opened them. And of the many other things I could be doing with this time—researching any of several things, writing any of many things, reading any of LOTS of things—I am doing none. I don't even know what I did with this half hour, except for replying to a couple Dreamwidth comments!

What. Is. My. PROBLEM?

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Huh. Stress took a noticeable uptick when I got home / down to my basement. So either something about being home is stressful (gee, I wonder what that could possibly be) or something about being in my basement is stressful.

I should bitesizedcleaning all evening, shouldn't I. 'Cause it is CLUTTERED down here.

ETA: teeeea. :)

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Heel toe do-si-do come on baby let's go boot scootin'

The body's a temple, that's what we're taught / I've treated this one like an old honky-tonk

Men's shirts short skirts [...] I wanna be free yeah to feel the way I feel

apparently it is country songs night here at the Alex's Head Jukebox

(*youtubes* "Boot Scootin' Boogie" is actually a lot more sexist than I remember it being)