I'm going to be honest with you. I'm ready to throw in the towel. I'm sick, sick, sick of studying. But, this exam will make or break me, so I have to pull up my big girl granny panties and deal with it. I've been setting my kitchen timer for 61:31 minutes. Just a random number, as the timer numbers are sticky from my previous life when I used it to cook. I study for that time, then take a break, then study for another lot of 61 minutes and 31 seconds, then study some more. At times like this, I need something to tell me keep at it. Just 15 more minutes. At this point, I'm fascinated by sparkly things and can easily let my mind wonder. The timer keeps my attention span. My attention span that is like a sugar-high kid on Halloween.
It's break time, at least for the next few minutes. Potty break and check in on my hubby and cat. I kind of think they are where they were the last time I saw them. Playing video games and sleeping on top of the couch. Wonder which is doing what????
Did I mention I was sick of studying?