some thinking from the 3rd trip to the girls' house

I am at a point where I'm not sure what the best course of action is. I'm also at the point where apparently any word over four or five letters overwhelms me. My mind feels like an academic paper weight. Nothing happens, it just sits idle. I don't study much because everything is such a pathetic bore. It's not like I'm above it all... except it really is; it's all layers and layers below me. I'm too bloody brilliant to waste my time learning a bunch of bullshit. COCC is the bane of my existence. I don't know how much more I want to do this. In fact, I know for a fact that I don't want to do this. Not anymore, anyway. Too friggen bad I guess... this is what I get for jumping into a boat years before it was built.