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the_dala at 12:00am on 31/01/2006
the_dala at 12:00am on 31/01/2006::blinks muzzily:: I simply do not have the energy to write this paper. No energy, no strength, no will -- my reserves, they were all tapped by the paper finished just in time for this morning. I have maybe a few hundred words left in me, but two thousand? My notes don't even make sense, and I gave the books to Ian so I can't recheck the illegible fake shorthand.
I am going to bed. I have until 3:00 tomorrow. That's a whole fifteen hours, only eight of which I intend to spend asleep. Half an hour for lunch, half an hour to shower and dress, and I'm still left with...six. Right? That's totally doable. Especially since I have discovered the magic paper-writing method here, which is: take a shitload of notes for three days, type them up, move and connect and conclude passages until lo, the paper has written itself.
Only that still takes effort. Especially when I've done all the reading in the last six hours.
Bleaaaauugh. And then I have to write a ritual and symbolism paper for Friday, and then I'll have to write the next archaeology paper, and then I'll have to write the next ritual and symbolism paper, and it's just a cycle that never ever ends.
Tomorrow night, Dala go pub for the ciders.
I am going to bed. I have until 3:00 tomorrow. That's a whole fifteen hours, only eight of which I intend to spend asleep. Half an hour for lunch, half an hour to shower and dress, and I'm still left with...six. Right? That's totally doable. Especially since I have discovered the magic paper-writing method here, which is: take a shitload of notes for three days, type them up, move and connect and conclude passages until lo, the paper has written itself.
Only that still takes effort. Especially when I've done all the reading in the last six hours.
Bleaaaauugh. And then I have to write a ritual and symbolism paper for Friday, and then I'll have to write the next archaeology paper, and then I'll have to write the next ritual and symbolism paper, and it's just a cycle that never ever ends.
Tomorrow night, Dala go pub for the ciders.
sleepy
(no subject)
*grins*
....
I've got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies
And we walked off to look for America
Cathy I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America
Laughing on the bus playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera
Toss me a cigaret I think there's one in the raincoat
We smoked the last one an hour ago
So I looked at the scenary she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field
Cathy I'm lost I said though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America
All come to look for America