It's evening again, and I am making another attempt at completing my schoolwork. I've been sitting here for hours, trying to get anything done, but I find myself unable to do anything but stare at this screen. I've made lists. Hundreds of drafts of lists. But I never get to check off that last box. In all of my life, I wonder how many lists I've completed. My most elaborate one is a Google Sheets, with inspiration and coding drawn from two of my best friends. One created a code to calculate GPA, the other one a way to organize each assignment, and have them automatically appear on a calendar one click away. I coded it to be flush with my brain, each class a different color with the due dates clearly visible. It's all laid out in its categorized glory, and I know exactly what I have to do. So why am I here, writing the first post for a blog I created months ago? For the record, this was not on tonight's list. I've realized lately that numbered steps are one w...