Confucius was full of shit.

"The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."

So I've been keeping that in mind while beginning the arduous exam reading task, the results of which can be read by any masochist in the last three entries. Unfortunately, I don't feel as though I've gotten anywhere (other than a vaguely deeper understanding of the morality issues of one Chretien de Troyes), exams are coming up in three and a half months, I've got a paper from my last medieval class that the professor thinks I should try and publish (I tend to agree, but I'm lost as to where the time for that is going to show up), I'm still missing 35 texts for my list, I've a meeting with the said medieval professor tomorrow afternoon in which I'm supposed to WOW her with my brilliance (as I mentioned to a friend, I'm wondering if she'd perhaps just allow me to substitute my blogging in lieu of actual on my feet thinking come exam time), I've got ballet in two hours and I really, really, really want a beer.

I smell like lemongrass.

I've been trying to convince myself that the best way to get through exams will be to do as much reading as possible in the bathtub, as happy scents tend to relax me and help focus my ADD infested brain - that said, I've spent a ridiculous amount of money at Lush (www.lushusa.com) recently getting myself bathie-bits to snuggle in while I cram my brain full of Aquinas, Arthurian legends, and Augustine (among others). (And, because I'm tired and this sounds funny, next week is Boethius, the Book of the Duchess, and something else that begins with a B...) I'm hoping that the bathtub thing helps somewhat. I'm exhausted already, the semester is only two days old, and I haven't even planned out my class for tomorrow (though I'm making them read about cannibalizing babies, so I'll have fun even if they're weirded out), so I'm looking at a long night of Jonathan Swift and the adventures of Lancelot and Guenevere once ballet is over at 10. At least it will be nice to stretch my muscles out!