help! i'm being pursued by a pack of wolves! but don't worry, it's not a crisis. laurel made a not-so-oblique reference to my habitual crisis-denial last night as we were discussing practical wisdom and friendship in ancient political theory.

this is not a crisis, either. it's just...i'm not sure i like statistics any more. i'm not sure i'm good at statistics any more. i'm taking a break from four hours of stat problems to write this; said problems were due at four and had already received four hours of work the day before. and i do this every week! (well, most weeks.) usually it's obvious to me that getting out of doing more stat is not worth dropping honors. usually i can also convince myself that the only scale on which i'm not good at stat is the fucked-up swarthmore one where, in math at least, prodigies seem to be the norm. but to be honest, right now i don't even know where to start the next problem. and what the hell do i care whether the first order statistic is sufficient, anyway!?!?

grrrrr....