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hawkwing_lb) wrote2005-11-14 09:19 pm
hawkwing_lb) wrote2005-11-14 09:19 pm
I never realised...
...That my college semester ends on the ninth of December. Ye gods and little fishes, only a little over three weeks left.
I'm having culture shock here. First a laissez-faire attitude to learning, now (um, how many weeks?) about six weeks for Christmas break. Sh*t, this changes things.
I have completed my commentary on Huis Clos, complete with obligatory footnotes and bibliography. (That noise you hear, if you listen very carefully, is me collapsing in relief). Next up, Archaeology assignment.
But not tonight. Tonight I plan to be asleep before 2230 hours, since I have been awake since before 0530 hours, on, oh, maybe three hours' worth of sleep. This is a not good situation. This is a situation that might engender babbling and nonsensical gibberish.
I had an idea on the train home this evening that's forcing me to completely reevaluate a previous idea. One that's had three incarnations and reached a stage of finished-ness in none of them.
Why do I always get these goddamn starbursts of incandescent thought when I'm too tired to do anything about them but (metaphorically) wave at them and giggle, Ooh, shiny? That makes three - three - in the space of two days.
And I'm just lolling about here, babbling drunkenly with tiredness. Although at least when you're drunk on caffeine, chocolate and tiredness you're not going to get a hangover in the morning, not that I've much experience of hangovers to compare my sleep-deprivation after-effects to.
And see? Told you. Babbling.
Good night.
I'm having culture shock here. First a laissez-faire attitude to learning, now (um, how many weeks?) about six weeks for Christmas break. Sh*t, this changes things.
I have completed my commentary on Huis Clos, complete with obligatory footnotes and bibliography. (That noise you hear, if you listen very carefully, is me collapsing in relief). Next up, Archaeology assignment.
But not tonight. Tonight I plan to be asleep before 2230 hours, since I have been awake since before 0530 hours, on, oh, maybe three hours' worth of sleep. This is a not good situation. This is a situation that might engender babbling and nonsensical gibberish.
I had an idea on the train home this evening that's forcing me to completely reevaluate a previous idea. One that's had three incarnations and reached a stage of finished-ness in none of them.
Why do I always get these goddamn starbursts of incandescent thought when I'm too tired to do anything about them but (metaphorically) wave at them and giggle, Ooh, shiny? That makes three - three - in the space of two days.
And I'm just lolling about here, babbling drunkenly with tiredness. Although at least when you're drunk on caffeine, chocolate and tiredness you're not going to get a hangover in the morning, not that I've much experience of hangovers to compare my sleep-deprivation after-effects to.
And see? Told you. Babbling.
Good night.