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It IS possible to feel one's head about to explode. Mine's simmering with irrelevant facts on ceramics and polymers and manufacturing systems and bathtub curves and what-if-i-go-blank and i-can-no-no-i-can't-oh-shaddup-jo-concentrate! thoughts ..
Wading through the ton load of formulas in my cluttered, confused brain, I stumble upon this revelation : Seriously, if I could pass on one sliver of advice to future generations...would it even involve what I'm torturing my overworked cells here with?
Tomorrow at 1400 hours would see me slouching over a sheaf of papers, pen poised for attack, and *hopefully* lashing out answers in frenzied relief because the alternative just bears no thought ... :( 24 more hours to stuff info. Do you think stuffing cottonballs into my ears would keep them info intact? ....
My friends, who probably wouldn't be reading this because they, unlike yours truly would be able to concentrate on more pressing matters, I shall not wish you good luck... Ling Sim said yesterday that luck is only for stupid people so here's wishing you ALL THE BEST!
Ah, a word of advice from an author I HAVE got to read :
