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Somehow weeks went past without me finding anything to say; why is this?

I could come up with excuses but it's mainly down to a feeling of failure.

I got my last maths TMA back yesterday, my third worst mark ever. True, I expected this, the TMA was my usual rushed botch job; but I've been studying maths for five years, I should have developed some maths muscles? Especially as this was one of the courses that I should have been good at.

I spent this morning listening to dragon-drums and trying to grok how Polya's enumeration formula [I'm not even attempting to get a double-accent on the o, UTF guru that I am] works for various figures. Four hours; one right, and that was a rotation-only group.

Tonight I've been trying to finish my computer course TMA, the most complicated document that I've ever worked on; what with the diagrams, the insane inanity, the having to have Dia, NetBeans and OpenOffice all open at the same time. Leak, leak, leak and leak. And then the .doc shennanigens.

What I forget is that I meant this to be hard for me, I wanted a challenge, I wanted me to be in the horrid place that I find myself in.

I have no excuse.