I'm feeling vaguely unhappy, which is how I tend to interpret being really tired.
I'm so behind on tomorrow's seminar task it's not even funny. Last year this course had a 50% fail rate; I'm not holding very high hopes. It is theoretically possible that I could stay up tonight and lie through my teeth write something together. I fight my lazy bones.
At least I've finished The Scar and pushed it off to my mom. George Mann's The Affinity Bridge, though
pretty*, is not even a tenth as appealing. "Bizarre and dangerous world of Victorian London" my foot. I should have seen the blurb from Strange Horizons that recommends it to Alan Moore fans.
It's just so very ridiculous - my procrastination and this assignment both. I have to pretend that a bunch of useless articles have offered me any insight for my proposal, but I'm mostly just nauseous. Maybe I'll just go to bed.
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*Add shiny gold in your mind and you might see why I bought it.