Back from the crumbly depths of the semester of lazy...
It's me! Hallucinating girl! And her sidekick, essay due in... oh crap, TWO hours? What? No way. It is not 7 AM. NO. I refuse to believe it! I started writing this damn thing at 11 yesterday morning!
I definitely thought I'd be waking up right now. Not hunting for a citation before officializing all my footnotes (or whatever) after having been awake for almost a day.
I feel a bit disoriented right now. I just realized that I've been listening to the same seven minutes of music for the last seven hours or so. I think this is what moderate time travel probably feels like. (Oh no! The not-so-inner geek has been released! Catch it before it starts going on about Star Trek!) It should clearly be three in the morning and I should not be hearing crows cawing outside.
No, I should not.
...
Jean-Luc Picard!
...
(I cannot wait to re-read this entry when I've gotten some sleep!)
I definitely thought I'd be waking up right now. Not hunting for a citation before officializing all my footnotes (or whatever) after having been awake for almost a day.
I feel a bit disoriented right now. I just realized that I've been listening to the same seven minutes of music for the last seven hours or so. I think this is what moderate time travel probably feels like. (Oh no! The not-so-inner geek has been released! Catch it before it starts going on about Star Trek!) It should clearly be three in the morning and I should not be hearing crows cawing outside.
No, I should not.
...
Jean-Luc Picard!
...
(I cannot wait to re-read this entry when I've gotten some sleep!)