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It's 6 am and I'm going to sleep having neglected my french translation (Camus) and my Hamlet paper (due this morning). I've been working
nearly every waking hour (and what should be sleeping hours) every day for the past week. Saturday night I worked on my phil paper from 10 pm to 5 am. My Hamlet paper is probably going to be a week later on top of a weekend extension. There is a physical and mental limit. Don't get me wrong, I love this. It is, to say the least, boundary demolishing. It feeds the academic masochist in me and distracts me from some things I'm in need of distraction from. I'm just looking forward to getting all this shit done, maintaining social bonds, writing on my own time, playing with my band, getting trashed, getting laid, getting sleep. Time, time, time.
nearly every waking hour (and what should be sleeping hours) every day for the past week. Saturday night I worked on my phil paper from 10 pm to 5 am. My Hamlet paper is probably going to be a week later on top of a weekend extension. There is a physical and mental limit. Don't get me wrong, I love this. It is, to say the least, boundary demolishing. It feeds the academic masochist in me and distracts me from some things I'm in need of distraction from. I'm just looking forward to getting all this shit done, maintaining social bonds, writing on my own time, playing with my band, getting trashed, getting laid, getting sleep. Time, time, time.