(or, How I Drank Tea All Night Long)
I am becoming addicted to footnotes and Burt's Bees Lip Balm, to cold water from the tap and moroccan mint green tea. I'm losing track of what's happened on each day, or even what day it is. Easy to do when you've spent most of the countless last hours in the same room, sitting in the same chair, writing and rewriting the same paper which, though it is coming along more than it once was, still manages to be evilly and cruelly short.
My french final is in 8.5 hours and I am fantasizing about how little sleep I can manage to get, to do enough of this paper and study more for the final and be awake and coherent (in another language, no less) for the final and finish the paper tomorrow afternoon. And my paper is (thus far) all about actualizing fantasy, realizing possibility. So, will work habits reflect content? God, I hope so.
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But really, all I want to do is listen to Mermaid Avenue, read poetry, and have time to think about people for a change.
My french final is in 8.5 hours and I am fantasizing about how little sleep I can manage to get, to do enough of this paper and study more for the final and be awake and coherent (in another language, no less) for the final and finish the paper tomorrow afternoon. And my paper is (thus far) all about actualizing fantasy, realizing possibility. So, will work habits reflect content? God, I hope so.
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But really, all I want to do is listen to Mermaid Avenue, read poetry, and have time to think about people for a change.