Status Report
For the half of you who aren't American University students, today is Fall Break. (I mean this literally: Fall Break is one Friday in October. It's more of a Bruise, really.)
And, for the first time in three years, I honestly could use it.
I'm worn out pretty throughly by now. Why this year, and not the prior two? Well, homework is heavier than it ought to be (or, rather, I'm having a harder time carrying an entirely reasonable burden of homework than I ought to). My sleep schedule has been giving me all kinds of trouble (Insomnia? Hurray!). My gym schedule as well, but I don't really feel the lack of running as much as the lack of sleeping, you ken. Also, I was really stressed Wednesday and Thursday about the agony of having to spend spring in Washington DC, oh god the horror of the Cherry Blossom Festival that I always forget to go to. Which is a good way of pretending that I meant to blow off going to England, but I'm not dwelling on that anymore.
Also (I say this because I figure it's all right to be mildly emo in print, from time to time, as a pressure release) I'm feeling a bit lonesome. Not lonesome like two years ago, when I knew all of three people on campus; in terms of hanging out, I've no complaints. Still, as you've perhaps assumed from me not making a post in twenty-seven-point bold red font!!!!1, my love life for the past five months has gone about the trajectory which most of the past eight years indicated it would. That is, not. I don't really know what I want to say about it; as far as memory and evidence proves, most of whoever people who read this are single, or at least apart from their SO's (think that covers everyone on my f-list who isn't in The South), so it's not like I can shed any light on the situation. Just putting it out there, in the interest of sole disclosure, as something that drains during my better hours (which are numerous, but inadequate). And while, unlike all those other problems, being alone could stop at any time, I'm constitutionally opposed to both leaving tasks undone and intergender heroics.
So a day off would be nice, psychologically and otherwise. Let's see how it squanders itself.
While I'm talking: Do you like cyberpunk? You know, the kind of book where corporations have replaced government and the internet is even more bizarre than it ended up being, and it can kill you? Snow Crash, for instance? He, She and It, by Marge Piercy isn't as freaking awesome as Snow Crash (a novel which made pizza deliveryman the coolest job in the world), but I think it's maybe a better book. Less Punk, but more Cyber, and no interludes into the mythology of the Fertile Crescent. Much better than Neuromancer on all fronts (besides the fact that Neromancer had a character with Wolverine hands, which would have made Yod the coolest guy ever). I think I preferred Otherland, but that's postcyberpunk apparently, and I'm a Tad Williams fanatic anyway, so you should probably ignore anything I say about the matter except when I tell you that Otherland had a Kalahari bushman, an Austrailian psychopath, and a trained clown, for example. And people didn't build an interweb that can kill you. That's all I'm saying about it.
Also, yesterday I sped through Schrodinger's Ball, which I'm reviewing for the Eagle (another reason my time is so short; I'm Important now). So all I'll say is that I'm still processing it, but the grade I'm giving it will probably feature a vowel, possibly with mathematics appended.
Oh! And for those of you who forgot: Today is The End; I hold it in my hands. Plan accordingly.
I should never be given a neural internet connection. It should be thing.which must not be done.