Waiting for Irish black tea to finishing getting nice and bitter
Chronic insomnia would be nice. Then I wouldn't be so fucking tired while writing this fucking draft of my Mithras cult paper. On page 12 of 19. Almost there. I'm not making the god damn appendix with this draft. To tired to scan 43 pictures of rocks. I am sure most of this is not making much sense.
Before you laugh at my pain, I actually did not procrastinate. I pulled quotes from all my papers last week. Formed an outline by wednesday. Began writing at 1030 this morning: only took two breaks 30 minutes to call mom, 90 minutes to eat sushi dinner and lets face it... it was the only meal of the day. Gonna be up all night. Thank god the Hart Room serves monster espressos. I think I'll be getting a depth charge (4 shots in coffee) and a snickers mocha (2 in about 3tblspns of syrup).
damn tea is finished setting that means back to work. I hate history.
Before you laugh at my pain, I actually did not procrastinate. I pulled quotes from all my papers last week. Formed an outline by wednesday. Began writing at 1030 this morning: only took two breaks 30 minutes to call mom, 90 minutes to eat sushi dinner and lets face it... it was the only meal of the day. Gonna be up all night. Thank god the Hart Room serves monster espressos. I think I'll be getting a depth charge (4 shots in coffee) and a snickers mocha (2 in about 3tblspns of syrup).
damn tea is finished setting that means back to work. I hate history.