He learned to make due with very little sleep.
So, I went to go see a lecture on J. Robert Oppenheimer yesterday, and the fact that I teared up at several points porbably indicates that I'm not at my most emotionally stable right now. Still, it was good, even if I had to leave early to come home and do homework that should have been done a long time ago.
I should have gotten to sleep at a reasonable hour, and I really did try to, but my brain kept me up until 1:45 n the morning by feeding me snippets of freakfic which I was then obligated to write down. I should really not be working on it right now, given everything else going on, but if I don't at least put down the ideas they steadily crescendo in my head. Why can't I ever have that feeling for things I want to finish?
You know you're in dangerous territory when your brain whispers "You know what would make this fic easier to write? If you learned Ancient Greek." Yes, brain. That definitely sounds like the path of least resistance. I'll get right on it.
I should have gotten to sleep at a reasonable hour, and I really did try to, but my brain kept me up until 1:45 n the morning by feeding me snippets of freakfic which I was then obligated to write down. I should really not be working on it right now, given everything else going on, but if I don't at least put down the ideas they steadily crescendo in my head. Why can't I ever have that feeling for things I want to finish?
You know you're in dangerous territory when your brain whispers "You know what would make this fic easier to write? If you learned Ancient Greek." Yes, brain. That definitely sounds like the path of least resistance. I'll get right on it.