Right, going home
It's after 11pm and I am still in a lab working! I never would have lasted this long if I weren't listening to such emo music and alternating between my anthrax presentation and some absolutely stunning smut.
I can't wait to finish with this project. It's depressing in a way that is not useful any longer. There is no point at making yourself dwell on unpleasant things if it is not accomplishing anything anymore. Think I've absorbed everything that I can, been exposed to some interesting ideas, but it's definitely run it's course. Time to turn it in... SOON! I'm excited to speak tomorrow on principle, it seems wonderfully ironic to have me come in to speak for a class that I was obnoxious and refused to take when I was a sophomore. Should I include that in my presentation? "Today I was going to lecture you on one motherfucker of a pathogen. Instead, let's move on to the really mundane topic of the morality of lying about prereqs." Prereqs are a bitch! What a lie that Smith doesn't have them! Anyhow, the topic itself is worth speaking on, however tired of hearing about it I might presently be.
I think I am going to close these sad sad pictures, turn off the computer, and go home to read in bed. I really hope I can sleep tonight, I've gotten sick because my insomnia has returned and deprived me of much needed rest for several days. It's that other type of insomnia, not the overly energetic insomnia, it's the other kind that I get. Lying like floating, content, like smiling and trying to sleep at the same time. Maybe when I get closer to my paper deadlines it will go away. Stress does that, makes you sleep, because you have a focussed purpose, a very pointed reason to have to catch any sleep while you still can.
I can't wait to finish with this project. It's depressing in a way that is not useful any longer. There is no point at making yourself dwell on unpleasant things if it is not accomplishing anything anymore. Think I've absorbed everything that I can, been exposed to some interesting ideas, but it's definitely run it's course. Time to turn it in... SOON! I'm excited to speak tomorrow on principle, it seems wonderfully ironic to have me come in to speak for a class that I was obnoxious and refused to take when I was a sophomore. Should I include that in my presentation? "Today I was going to lecture you on one motherfucker of a pathogen. Instead, let's move on to the really mundane topic of the morality of lying about prereqs." Prereqs are a bitch! What a lie that Smith doesn't have them! Anyhow, the topic itself is worth speaking on, however tired of hearing about it I might presently be.
I think I am going to close these sad sad pictures, turn off the computer, and go home to read in bed. I really hope I can sleep tonight, I've gotten sick because my insomnia has returned and deprived me of much needed rest for several days. It's that other type of insomnia, not the overly energetic insomnia, it's the other kind that I get. Lying like floating, content, like smiling and trying to sleep at the same time. Maybe when I get closer to my paper deadlines it will go away. Stress does that, makes you sleep, because you have a focussed purpose, a very pointed reason to have to catch any sleep while you still can.