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It is 2:15 am. Why am I awake? Because for some stupid reason I thought caffeine would make me write longer. Instead, now I'm too tired to write AND wired!
Ah well. I can always figure out things to do. Like stare at the little stuffed hedgehog on my desk and try to decide if it's supposed to be waving at me or if that's a manufacturing flaw. Or eat more potato chips, as though I haven't had enough grease this week.
Or... I could try to get some sleep. Sometimes the attempt is the important part, right?
In other news - three days til self-imposed deadline. Six days til the last class of term. One day til the next hockey game (go Wild!). And in one month, I will be at my parent's house, sleeping on their nice comfy guest bed and spending evenings curled up in front of the fireplace, crocheting afghans. For some reason I have a very difficult time living in the present, and maybe it's because I'm looking for a little quiet that I just can't find here.
Ah well. I can always figure out things to do. Like stare at the little stuffed hedgehog on my desk and try to decide if it's supposed to be waving at me or if that's a manufacturing flaw. Or eat more potato chips, as though I haven't had enough grease this week.
Or... I could try to get some sleep. Sometimes the attempt is the important part, right?
In other news - three days til self-imposed deadline. Six days til the last class of term. One day til the next hockey game (go Wild!). And in one month, I will be at my parent's house, sleeping on their nice comfy guest bed and spending evenings curled up in front of the fireplace, crocheting afghans. For some reason I have a very difficult time living in the present, and maybe it's because I'm looking for a little quiet that I just can't find here.