Stupid things you write when tired
I have no clue how it got on to this track, but I was writing about genius and the sublime (according to Longinus) for my Study of Lit mid-term, and apparently dozed off in the submarine, because I had a terribly odd dream.
*pauses* ...and there's another example of sleepy mental meanderings. I only realized after I'd officially ended the sentence that my subconsious has decided I had dozed off in a submrine. For that matter, I think I have the faintest idea of where the concept could have come from.
Anyway! Have a silly, "Written by me while still asleep."
That strong emotion perfectly exemplifies the second source of the sublime, as well as being another aspect of the Hogfather, or even a particularly studious wizard (who was probably asleep
...yeah, I have no clue why the Hogfather is here, haunting bones and being a bit of an idiot, instead of getting back to the job he was supposed to be doing (which was giving presents to all the good little girls and boys.)
Now to try and get further in this bloody thing so that i can turn in everyhing oh gods, please everyone.
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Back from my classes. I took a half-hour nap while sitting at my desk, with my head lying on my thick-ass Norton Anthology of Theory and Criticism book (for Study of Lit). Apparently during that time I decided to add something else to my paper that I felt was rather necessary:
As for the other three of the four orbs, and pull out…a tiny, plain back rock. It fit neatly into
And that's it. ...it's like reading a typed-out version of what someone might say while talking in their sleep.
And now to the second draft of that fucking essay!!! *charges off*
*pauses* ...and there's another example of sleepy mental meanderings. I only realized after I'd officially ended the sentence that my subconsious has decided I had dozed off in a submrine. For that matter, I think I have the faintest idea of where the concept could have come from.
Anyway! Have a silly, "Written by me while still asleep."
That strong emotion perfectly exemplifies the second source of the sublime, as well as being another aspect of the Hogfather, or even a particularly studious wizard (who was probably asleep
...yeah, I have no clue why the Hogfather is here, haunting bones and being a bit of an idiot, instead of getting back to the job he was supposed to be doing (which was giving presents to all the good little girls and boys.)
Now to try and get further in this bloody thing so that i can turn in everyhing oh gods, please everyone.
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Back from my classes. I took a half-hour nap while sitting at my desk, with my head lying on my thick-ass Norton Anthology of Theory and Criticism book (for Study of Lit). Apparently during that time I decided to add something else to my paper that I felt was rather necessary:
As for the other three of the four orbs, and pull out…a tiny, plain back rock. It fit neatly into
And that's it. ...it's like reading a typed-out version of what someone might say while talking in their sleep.
And now to the second draft of that fucking essay!!! *charges off*