aftermath
Uurgh, this is hell. It's taken me a good few hours to summon the energy just to change out of last night's tragically crumpled black tie, and now I somehow have to produce an essay from nowhere. And I've got the sickening aftermath of a really great all-nighter - a vague, disastrously smeared mix of residual drunkenness, hangover, tiredness and caffeine-high, none of which seem real because the world is swirling and shimmering hazily like a soap bubble. I need to go to the library but just dragging my white and shaking self to the shower and back has finished off what remained of my energy reserves.
It was such a great weekend. I will post in more detail when I've slain the essay-dragon. For the moment I shall record a general feeling of contentment with how everything went, despite the odd emotional rollercoaster-y bit, and apologise profusely to the poor souls who had the misfortune to catch me at a low point. The highs more than made up for it...
OLIS informs me I have no choice but to go to the fucking Sackler to get the journals I need as I've left it too late for a stack request. Bugger. I feel like spending a day pottering quietly around tidying up and doing boring menial tasks.
It was such a great weekend. I will post in more detail when I've slain the essay-dragon. For the moment I shall record a general feeling of contentment with how everything went, despite the odd emotional rollercoaster-y bit, and apologise profusely to the poor souls who had the misfortune to catch me at a low point. The highs more than made up for it...
OLIS informs me I have no choice but to go to the fucking Sackler to get the journals I need as I've left it too late for a stack request. Bugger. I feel like spending a day pottering quietly around tidying up and doing boring menial tasks.