the Dalaverse

::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.