It's hard to study when...

I have up to three cats on my lap/desk/laptop and/or printer, with Miss Pepper the kitten or King Fred attacking anything that comes out of it!

The dogs can't decide whether they want to be inside or out!

I have foxtel (with extra channels I don't have at home), an extensive DVD collection and Wii for my entertainment.

I have twitter and facebook in front of me on the laptop...

I can curl up on the very comfy couch for a nap with up to 6 warm furkids.

I am a world class procrastinator....

I need to go back to my place (I'm currently house-sitting for most of the aforementioned cats and dogs) to pick up paper and a book I left behind.

I'm finding the avalanche of new information overwhelming, not to mention having all three of my first assignments due next week (one on Monday, two on Friday).

Oh, and I'm in excrutiating pain from my right hip (the left is also painful as usual, but my right side has been extraordinarily painful for the past week or so), which goes up my side and around my back, all round my pelvic bone. Extra pain meds aren't helping.

AND I have already gone through all the "study food" I got yesterday. It's back to yoghurt and cereal bars and fruit juice. Sigh.

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