Dec 12, 2008 04:10
Well, inspired to write. My mind...is just on some other plane. Thanks everything scattered on my desk.
This week was just outrageous overall. Yet incredibly exhausting. And somehow incredibly satisfying.
It's like every night was another essay I had to dig deep for. American Beauty gender analysis for media criticism. Chatman vs. Gunning narrative discourse discussion for film theory. For some reason picking Hostel: Part II for my paper on American horror just cause I knew it'd be incredibly hard to do.
It just rolled up and up...to 3 days of no sleep. To the blink of an eye from the last period of my essay to the first Bud Light 16 oz. to be cracked. To being at the bar and looking in the mirror to see bags of black under each eye, looking like I just fought Tony Jaa. Disorientation. Then I bought $14 dollars of Blue 9 Burger. Then I packed the bubbler. Then I engulfed it all: the sleep depravity, the essay and presentation completion, the cheap beer, the delicious burgers, the bubbly bubbler.
Fall Out Boy tickets on sale in a few hours. Got those Bob Costas tickets. Need to satisfy Mom and Dad even though they've now broken apart.
Sometimes...I just really want a break so badly. Just to breathe.