So, um.
I knew full well last night that I had class at 9:30. I knew it, and so I showered and was between the sheets before 1.
Then I was up, scribbling notes about a new pop culture blog I'm starting.
Then I was back in bed, staring at the ceiling as millions of other thoughts about said blog richocheted off my skull.
Then I was up again, scribbling more.
It was a train wreck of a pattern, ending off somewhere around 4:30 this morning. And where does that leave me?
Four classes. Four hours of sleep. Danny Glover thing in Plachta tonight, and if I want extra credit in Sparling's class (which I won't really need, but c'mon--Danny Glover), I'm going. Which, tack on any and all homework, means I will get to sleep....ahh...not until late.
No time for a nap. No room for skipping class. Just me, the clock, and uncomfortable-though-new contact lenses.
I can't remember the last time I so wished for a shovel to the face. Frickin' writer's brain. I'm trading mine in for one that actually lets me sleep, instead of getting all giddy and stupid about things only I (and possibly a few bored people who know me) will ever read. Grah.
In other news, I'm hungry already, and not looking forward to a single one of my amazing classes. Oy fucking vey.
Then I was up, scribbling notes about a new pop culture blog I'm starting.
Then I was back in bed, staring at the ceiling as millions of other thoughts about said blog richocheted off my skull.
Then I was up again, scribbling more.
It was a train wreck of a pattern, ending off somewhere around 4:30 this morning. And where does that leave me?
Four classes. Four hours of sleep. Danny Glover thing in Plachta tonight, and if I want extra credit in Sparling's class (which I won't really need, but c'mon--Danny Glover), I'm going. Which, tack on any and all homework, means I will get to sleep....ahh...not until late.
No time for a nap. No room for skipping class. Just me, the clock, and uncomfortable-though-new contact lenses.
I can't remember the last time I so wished for a shovel to the face. Frickin' writer's brain. I'm trading mine in for one that actually lets me sleep, instead of getting all giddy and stupid about things only I (and possibly a few bored people who know me) will ever read. Grah.
In other news, I'm hungry already, and not looking forward to a single one of my amazing classes. Oy fucking vey.