I'm a scientist Ranger Brad. I don't believe in anything.

I admit I'm writing now more for the fact that I haven't written in a while than that of actually having anything to say. I just barely checked my email for the first time in about 2 weeks or more. So you all are aware, today's Webster word of the day is "rictus." You will not find a rictus grin, or any other type of grin, on my face as of late. I went into my email account because I wanted to email my anatomy professor about being a TA. I was recently helping a friend and a friend to study for an anatomy test, which they were quite freaked out about, and I was as giddy as a child in a candy store to be reviewing the stuff. Those were good times. The times now are made up of work and Biochem. I know I would love Biochem if I applied myself better and focused, but I haven't yet achieved that state of Zen. My second test is approaching. My motivation gauge is at Zero. Maybe a -2. The thought of studying Biochem thrills me, but the actual studying is harder to accomplish, and is slightly panic inducing, solely because this is the first time I've studied and my test is in two days. Sadly I have only science classes to take here on out. I love them, but alas, they are not enough. Gone are the days when I had English/literature classes to relieve some of my time from the state of diligence needed to study science. My minor is now in the bag. I can't in good conscience read anything non-school related (even the classics) without interrupting the mind flows that go into doing well in my major. Maybe I really do have ADD. What kind of a career can one go into when they lack the power to be decisive?