wanna get away?

you know one of those days when you're into the second week of the semester and the text book for your behavioral neurobiology class (that you ordered on Decem... DECEMBER FUCKING (wait for it.....) FIFTH, arrives the evening before your 9am class the next morning. And so you have time to read the first chapter, but not the second. And so your professor is talking about action potential in neurons and the flow of potassium ions and sodium ions and the placement of the nodes of ranvier and you ask a simple question, but then somehow your professor's answer draws you into a deeper question, and then it gets weirder still and so at some point you don't even know WHAT you're asking or talking about, but still everyone's looking at you because YOU'RE the asshole that's going to make everyone have to stay five minutes after class to hear the end of the answer, and the professor is clearly growing frustrated and then, on the verge of giving up on you, another student turns to you and says, you know, this whole thing was covered in the chapter you were supposed to read for today. Look there - there's an entire section on it. And you realize 24 other people are glaring at you and nodding in unison?

it's been one of those days.