the usual procrastination panic
It is so fucking cold in my apartment.
And I've been up all night because I am SO INEFFICIENT.
I'm writing about cyborgs and posthumanism and feminism, of course. And tentacle sex. THIS IS ACADEMIC STUFF, MAN.
I have to give a brief presentation on it in, ooh two hours and 45 minutes. It's just a ten minute reading on a panel -- not a big deal. My problem is cutting this stuff down. (And putting it into sentences and paragraphs that flow together and form a cohesive, coherent whole... But that's how it always goes when you start things 12 hours before they're due.)
Why am I on LJ???
And I've been up all night because I am SO INEFFICIENT.
I'm writing about cyborgs and posthumanism and feminism, of course. And tentacle sex. THIS IS ACADEMIC STUFF, MAN.
I have to give a brief presentation on it in, ooh two hours and 45 minutes. It's just a ten minute reading on a panel -- not a big deal. My problem is cutting this stuff down. (And putting it into sentences and paragraphs that flow together and form a cohesive, coherent whole... But that's how it always goes when you start things 12 hours before they're due.)
Why am I on LJ???