It is clear to me that I am suffering from a brief episode of psychosis.
So clear, in fact, that I cannot see it at all, and therefore I wonder how I know it exists.
Indeed, it is nearly 3 o'clock in the morning and I have been up since 9:45 this a.m. working on various things throughout the day. Such are listed in my previous entry. But that is not why I write at this time; that is not why I choose to write. No; it has surpassed my bedtime by a measure of nearly three hours, and I am still awake; still here, living and breathing and functioning in full capacity, save for any considerable mental defects, of which there are some, but they exist in any case, and I am fully aware and conscious of all my surroundings as I would not be in sleep. Perhaps I am not aware of all of my surroundings, but I am aware of most of them, and that is good enough for me.
I am working on a project. I have been assigned by my professor to compile an annotated bibliography consisting of two sources (more will come later) which I will be using in my research study that I am conducting this year at my university. I began working at 11:30. No, I should not say 11:30; I began gathering sources nearly two weeks ago, maybe less, but it is near enough to two weeks to satisfy me saying so. Two weeks ago I began gathering sources, and have now accumulated eight; or at least, eight which I might use by the end of my study, though I may not use some, but some I can certainly use now to write my annotated bibliography as I am sure I will be using them when I write my final paper, which I will do once I complete the study.
As I said, I have been working on my annotated bibliography since 11:30 this evening--that is to say that I have been compiling my sources, or two of them I should say, into a formal presentation which, as my professor assures me, will aide me in composing my Literature Review, which will be due to him nearer the end of the semester. Also, this annotated bibliography is worth points; I must have it turned in, on time, or I will not get the proper points to earn a passing grade in the class. That is, I must turn in this assignment tomorrow when it is due or I will risk failing. There is nothing more to it; it is as simple as that. Of course, I may not fail, but who is to say? If I turn in all my assignments but neglect to turn in this one, I may still pass the class, but then that would reflect poorly on me. Not only that, but neglecting to turn in this assignment would make it that much easier to do the same with the rest; that is, it increases the chance that I will not complete those assignments on time, or perhaps complete them on time, but not turn them in, or perhaps not complete them at all; who is to say? No one can say for sure.
I am sorry, friends; I have been reading too much Isaac Asimov lately, and I have begun to write in the way his characters speak. That reflects poorly on me, and I take full responsibility for my actions. However; there is still the matter of this annotated bibliography which I need to compile and turn in to my professor tomorrow during class (which will occur as it is scheduled to occur because class always occurs on schedule, no matter what, except when there is an emergency, but that is an exception). So now I must distract myself from this interruption, as it is doing no more than keeping me from completing my assignment, and that is distracting. I must complete my assignment. Good day!
Indeed, it is nearly 3 o'clock in the morning and I have been up since 9:45 this a.m. working on various things throughout the day. Such are listed in my previous entry. But that is not why I write at this time; that is not why I choose to write. No; it has surpassed my bedtime by a measure of nearly three hours, and I am still awake; still here, living and breathing and functioning in full capacity, save for any considerable mental defects, of which there are some, but they exist in any case, and I am fully aware and conscious of all my surroundings as I would not be in sleep. Perhaps I am not aware of all of my surroundings, but I am aware of most of them, and that is good enough for me.
I am working on a project. I have been assigned by my professor to compile an annotated bibliography consisting of two sources (more will come later) which I will be using in my research study that I am conducting this year at my university. I began working at 11:30. No, I should not say 11:30; I began gathering sources nearly two weeks ago, maybe less, but it is near enough to two weeks to satisfy me saying so. Two weeks ago I began gathering sources, and have now accumulated eight; or at least, eight which I might use by the end of my study, though I may not use some, but some I can certainly use now to write my annotated bibliography as I am sure I will be using them when I write my final paper, which I will do once I complete the study.
As I said, I have been working on my annotated bibliography since 11:30 this evening--that is to say that I have been compiling my sources, or two of them I should say, into a formal presentation which, as my professor assures me, will aide me in composing my Literature Review, which will be due to him nearer the end of the semester. Also, this annotated bibliography is worth points; I must have it turned in, on time, or I will not get the proper points to earn a passing grade in the class. That is, I must turn in this assignment tomorrow when it is due or I will risk failing. There is nothing more to it; it is as simple as that. Of course, I may not fail, but who is to say? If I turn in all my assignments but neglect to turn in this one, I may still pass the class, but then that would reflect poorly on me. Not only that, but neglecting to turn in this assignment would make it that much easier to do the same with the rest; that is, it increases the chance that I will not complete those assignments on time, or perhaps complete them on time, but not turn them in, or perhaps not complete them at all; who is to say? No one can say for sure.
I am sorry, friends; I have been reading too much Isaac Asimov lately, and I have begun to write in the way his characters speak. That reflects poorly on me, and I take full responsibility for my actions. However; there is still the matter of this annotated bibliography which I need to compile and turn in to my professor tomorrow during class (which will occur as it is scheduled to occur because class always occurs on schedule, no matter what, except when there is an emergency, but that is an exception). So now I must distract myself from this interruption, as it is doing no more than keeping me from completing my assignment, and that is distracting. I must complete my assignment. Good day!