My race is not yet ruuuuuuuuun.....
I am inexplicably exhausted and feeling rather ass. It's weird, because I slept quite a bit last night. As a result, I know I failed my Women/Public Policy exam this morning - I know I always say that, but this exam was based on the memorization of about 100 US court cases about women's employment, and I simply didn't study. I couldn't concentrate. I'm very distracted and tired, but I really have to do a lot of work today before the hot night that's ahead of me.
Last night, I had a really vivid dream where I was in a wrestling rink and Eduard Bernstein was a member of the US congress. In this dream, he was a prominant republican, which distressed me because I felt that he was being dishonest with himself. I wanted to go talk it out with him, but then my mom and dad blocked my way, telling me what a horrible, republican asshole he was. This really pissed me off and I started crying, telling my parents that his heart was in the socialist movement (even though he was a reformist) and that he didn't support the German bastards who sold out for the Weimar Republic. It seemed quite urgent that I speak to Bernstein myself, and it didn't help that my parents were delaying me. Also, at some point I ate a really disgustingly bad apple.
Even though he (for once) wasn't in the dream, I blame it all on EC.
Fuck - I hope I'm not exhausted because I didn't drink coffee today. That would mean I was dependent on it again. Oh well.
Last night, I had a really vivid dream where I was in a wrestling rink and Eduard Bernstein was a member of the US congress. In this dream, he was a prominant republican, which distressed me because I felt that he was being dishonest with himself. I wanted to go talk it out with him, but then my mom and dad blocked my way, telling me what a horrible, republican asshole he was. This really pissed me off and I started crying, telling my parents that his heart was in the socialist movement (even though he was a reformist) and that he didn't support the German bastards who sold out for the Weimar Republic. It seemed quite urgent that I speak to Bernstein myself, and it didn't help that my parents were delaying me. Also, at some point I ate a really disgustingly bad apple.
Even though he (for once) wasn't in the dream, I blame it all on EC.
Fuck - I hope I'm not exhausted because I didn't drink coffee today. That would mean I was dependent on it again. Oh well.