faire mes etudes (where's the accent on this computer?)

[starfrosting]

Ma Dieu, mon travail, mon...oh, n'importe de quoi, the point is that (wonder of wonders, miracles of miracles) I'm studying! At the moment, I'm taking down notes on Hegel's business about being and nothingness (granted, from a one page excerpt, but whatever) and moving on to a little something I don't think I like very much called 'the analogical concept of being.' Argh, I'm so disoriented and proud of myself for actually studying! Who knew I was capable of such a strange and foreign mode of work?