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I...did not sleep last night. I do not think I have done this to myself since I was like a sophmore in college. But see, I TRIED to go to sleep, saying that I would wake up and edit and finish the conclusion in the morning. But after HOURS of attempting to lull myself with SVU, I gave up the dream and started writing again at 6:30 AM. Urgh. I feel a bit queasy about having turned that paper in--I mean, I think the IDEAS are good, but it's sloppier than I'd like and over uses the word "discursive." I think. I don't really know anymore. I kind of feel like with these things I can do like one in three per quarter that I feel really SOLID about. But whatever--that's what editing and re-editing is for, I guess.
I did get to say to people at school today when I was turning my paper in, "I bet my paper has more COCK in it than yours." :P
So I am going to nap and watch TeeVee all day/night/whatever because I can. not. write. stop. No. More. Words. I am determined however, to still try and finish by Saturday because I have a pre-existing date with spiked eggnog and my friends--the only proof of whose continued existence I have gotten in the last week or so are strange frantic emails from within the same city involving things like cupcake blogs and something to do with Michel Foucault and writing on men's bathroom stalls.
But the whole reason I am making this post right now and not flopping on my face is because it is poisontaster's birthday today!
Erin, you are fabulous and I <3 you and I will tell you all about it when I see you in person! Next week!
++Also! Thank you so much to brandil and dragojustine for the Christmas cards. <333333333333
I did get to say to people at school today when I was turning my paper in, "I bet my paper has more COCK in it than yours." :P
So I am going to nap and watch TeeVee all day/night/whatever because I can. not. write. stop. No. More. Words. I am determined however, to still try and finish by Saturday because I have a pre-existing date with spiked eggnog and my friends--the only proof of whose continued existence I have gotten in the last week or so are strange frantic emails from within the same city involving things like cupcake blogs and something to do with Michel Foucault and writing on men's bathroom stalls.
But the whole reason I am making this post right now and not flopping on my face is because it is poisontaster's birthday today!
Erin, you are fabulous and I <3 you and I will tell you all about it when I see you in person! Next week!
++Also! Thank you so much to brandil and dragojustine for the Christmas cards. <333333333333