2009, are you here yet?
Dec. 31st, 2008 11:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hawkwing_lbI am finishing 2008 slightly queasy from a not-exactly-good Chinese meal, during which the parent's beau did not ignore me, precisely.
People, they are weird.
I did not sleep until six o'clock this morning. Crawling out of bed at half-eleven, I entertained hopes of essay: alas, it was not to be.
(I should like to hope the 600-odd words I spent the hours between midnight and six writing were worth it. They felt like it at the time.)
So if I should try for most of two essays tomorrow, I should probably sleep soon. I feel almost as though I have had no space to breathe since classes cut out for the break, and if I accept that I was badly sick for one week, mostly sick for the next, and then in train of attempting to navigate the joys of the season... there does not, really, seem to have been space to breathe in there.
Oh, well. Things could always be worse.
People, they are weird.
I did not sleep until six o'clock this morning. Crawling out of bed at half-eleven, I entertained hopes of essay: alas, it was not to be.
(I should like to hope the 600-odd words I spent the hours between midnight and six writing were worth it. They felt like it at the time.)
So if I should try for most of two essays tomorrow, I should probably sleep soon. I feel almost as though I have had no space to breathe since classes cut out for the break, and if I accept that I was badly sick for one week, mostly sick for the next, and then in train of attempting to navigate the joys of the season... there does not, really, seem to have been space to breathe in there.
Oh, well. Things could always be worse.
