tortured

I'm feeling a bit guilty. There's an older British man speaking on the screen in our Evolutionary Biology class. He keeps saying "Austro-LOW-pa-THEEE-kus!" I can't pay attention for the life of me, even though this information might be on the test. It's not just that I can't pay attention, it's that I have to do something, ANYthing other than listen. Facebook can't move fast enough. I've run out of bill pay, catch up emails, Zen thoughts. I am dying to get out of here, to get away from talk of Homo habilis, and this man's sweet blinking face.

Apparently my love for biological anthropology only goes so far.