sick of me posting yet?
I had an extremely unproductive afternoon, in which paper time turned into napping and staring uselessly at the computer. But the paper is written, to be edited tomorrow, it meets the proper page length, and my tea tastes like lilacs, as well as smelling like them. It's a little ridiculous how pleased I am about this. I still don't feel well, but it's a step in the right direction.
Getting up early-ish tomorrow, editing my paper, studying like a crazy person, then going into work, and getting lunch, then taking the next final. Then trying to read most of a novel, so I'm prepared to write the take-home test for Brit lit. I shouldn't make to-do lists; they make me tired.
And I want more tea. But it's caffeinated, and the responsible part of me knows that's a bad idea.
Also: the noises the fridge makes become a lot more intriguing when you've just watched a documentary on what actually goes on in there, and you're sitting in the chair smooshed between the table and the fridge.
....I think someone put crack in my tea.
TTFN
Getting up early-ish tomorrow, editing my paper, studying like a crazy person, then going into work, and getting lunch, then taking the next final. Then trying to read most of a novel, so I'm prepared to write the take-home test for Brit lit. I shouldn't make to-do lists; they make me tired.
And I want more tea. But it's caffeinated, and the responsible part of me knows that's a bad idea.
Also: the noises the fridge makes become a lot more intriguing when you've just watched a documentary on what actually goes on in there, and you're sitting in the chair smooshed between the table and the fridge.
....I think someone put crack in my tea.
TTFN