So instead of studying for the GREs yesterday, I worried about my rendering pipeline, and installing maya, etc. And then at like midnight in the morning I saw a bug. And then at like 12:30 in the morning I saw the cause of the bug and fixed it in the scripts. And then at 1 in the morning I saw that I was wrong about the cause, and also that all the rendering I had done the past week was essentially worthless, because I made a tiny mistake in an early script. And then I was like, damn, I have the GREs today.
And now: Goth Poetry.
The clammy, eldritch claws of sadness
scratch darkness in my soul
or attempt to
Really they just damage my pineal gland.