math

i am so bored out of my mind i have a headache.
there's nothing to do but sleep kind of feeling but don't want to sleep?

i was so bored i managed to awaken my eighth sense to have a conversation with math.
it went something like this..

math: hello. hello there, you girl.

me: *surprised* wha- math? math?! is that you talking to me with a voice from the paper?

math: well yes my dear, i've been so bored laying here 24/7 without anyone doing me. in fact i have nothing to do but just stay still and look at the ceiling, and as we all know, only the bored can communicate with each other.

me: oh so that's why i can hear you?

math: exactly. but the fact that i can continue this conversation with you signifies the fact that you are so boring, talking to you makes me so bored too.

me: hey hey, the same applies to me all right.

math: i talk to you all the time and now you finally hear me. being bored is better than being dead bored.

me: i don't want to talk to you. you speak so monotone-ly. and i bet all you will talk about is how the arithmetic progression of vectors will affect the integration of your statistics to divide itself, or some nonsense like that.

math: i never shut up. well, but i won't be bored anymore if someone does me. hint hint.

me: i don't want to do you. how do i even do something? people do people, people don't do things.

math: ahh, my dear girl, you are not thinking properly. by do, i mean mark me....

me: mark you?!

math: ahem, with ink, of course. do not interrupt the wise.

me: no no no noo i refuse to do you. or mark you.

math: well then i shall tell you my story of........
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2 hours later..
and the division of y would ultimately involve the making of a new unknown x..
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3 hours later..
and this is why integration..

me: okay okay I WILL DO YOU OH MY GOSH.

math: good girl.

sighs. i really better get started with the catching up.