the Dalaverse

Weekend portion of weekend over. 2-3 hours of sleep. Too tired to type. Nap.

Nap finished. Refresing, only...not. I think I am exhausted more by the thought of being tired than by actually being tired. Because the second I finish this paper (and it's only on the fourth page, for god's sake), I have to turn right around and do the Powerpoint presentation. The second I finish that, I have to write the Age of Absolutism paper -- and it has to be good, because the last one sucked. The second I'm done with that, I have to write the stupid Shelley paper for Richardson. And I know it's all only my own fault because I could have done any one of these things earlier, but gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Until Thursday evening, I am going to have to tap into some primal source of energy and brilliance. After Thursday evening, I intend to sleep for days.

Heeeeeee. The bibliography will of course go up with the paper, but I just have to recommend Richard Dunn's Slaves and Sugar: the Rise of the Planter Class in the English West Indies, 1624-1713, for no other reason than the fact that Dunn is...well, let's call him colorful. In describing the quake, all the other authors are like, "Fluidized layer, it sank, people died." Dunn is all "ELEMENTAL POWER OF JUDGEMENT DAY! CATACLYSM! GIANT TREMORS! SUCKED THIRTY FEET UNDER WATER! MACABRE SCENE! TUMBLING HUMAN CARCASSES AND SKELETONS!" I'd block quote him on every page if I could get away with it.

Sufficiently cheered up by Dunn's sensationalist prose.

The paper, she is done.

Sweet.

I WIN AT LIFE. And now I sleep.