I don't understand where this sense of acedemic intregrity came from, I have no self-respect.
Last night, I dreamed about my conference paper so much so that I got up at 4:30 and finished it, depriving myself of a whole hour and a half of sleep. It wasn't until I printed it out that I realized that my dream was not about my actual paper which means that the one that tormented me last night was more of a metaphorical representation of my paper.
Now I can't stop thinking about how great my metaphorical dream paper was going. The actual paper is somewhat of a letdown in comparison. Huh . . .
6 days left of my dear gallbladder. Although I suppose that it's entirely possible that my gallbladder will continue to have a life outside of my body, at least in a spiritual sense.*
* I will miss you, Mr. Esveldt.
Now I can't stop thinking about how great my metaphorical dream paper was going. The actual paper is somewhat of a letdown in comparison. Huh . . .
6 days left of my dear gallbladder. Although I suppose that it's entirely possible that my gallbladder will continue to have a life outside of my body, at least in a spiritual sense.*
* I will miss you, Mr. Esveldt.