Where's my desk?

I'm sitting here after almost flunking my Nursing Care exam (but you'd really want me taking care of you, promise! *sigh*) listening to a streaming episode of "Home Movies" via [AS]'s 24 hour Fix ("listening" because, hello, LJ window is up...when did the mom's VA change?) and I just remembered what went on in my Nursing in the Media class on Tuesday. The class educated our 70-odd year old co-professor on golden showers. Yes, golden showers. It was in a poem, and while I heartily maintain it was in reference to an actual flower ("Golden Shower petals") some of my classmates seemed convinced that it was about...well, you know. One woman's adamant "some people pay good money for that" made me want to jump into a pool of holy water. Or maybe I was just jealous that I didn't say it first. Meh. We're supposed to be doing research to see if there actually are Golden Shower flowers in India or...yeah.

Speaking of Nursing in the Media, I decided to do my final paper on Nurses in Sci-Fi. Only thing is I don't read sci-fi. And the paper is due on Tuesday and I've yet to start it. And I managed to blurt out what my paper topic was on Tuesday and now my professors are all "I can't wait to read your [plural, as in "the class" but I know I brought it on] papers". Fuck. I was lucky in that some kind souls gave me wonderful reading leads, but I still have to do the work. Fuck.

I am at a serious loss this semester. That's the only way to describe it.