Today my final exam paper basically saved my behind.  I hadn't slept particularly well, and until after lunch I was basically on some other planet.  Put the blame on the frustrations I felt from that rather painful concession in the previous journal entry.  One of my friends is helping me work through that privately now.
With no real plans in place, I spent the day doing a rough draft for my final exam paper in sociology.  I used material in the book and my notes to help jog my memory, and even then I had trouble keeping my focus in spots.  I must have spent four hours working on it, but when I was done, I had a pretty much complete rough draft, eight and a half pages long.
The emphasis, of course, is on rough, but this gives me a complete week to make adjustments for the final draft, and since I expect to lose a couple of those days to...things, it was pretty darn important for me to get the rough draft done today.
It still irks me -- as aggravating things do -- that the day went by with effectively nothing fun on the docket (it's a holiday, dammit!), but this is how it is at the moment.