Thursday, September 22, 2005

Oh gentle readers, I must apologize for the lack of updates as of late. But you see, my schedule is grinding me into the dirt. I didn't think that 19 credit hours and a part time job would be so bad. I thought that I could handle it. It'd be just like last year, only this time around, I'd know what I was doing. I'd have my shit together.

Whatever. I've turned half dead and more than a little apathetic. As of this moment, I have not had REM sleep in 48 hours, and no more than 12 hours in the last five days. Ugh. On the bright side, I haven't fucked up any academic deadlines or projects. In fact, I've been doing pretty damned well.

All told, I really don't know what to say to you. I spent most of my day foundering around in advanced poetry workshop and fiction writing class. And now I'm stuck down here in the bowels of Olin library, romancing the microfilm machines so my customers can take a look at the New York Times. (I always hoped I'd get payed to fondle knobs, but this wasn't exactly what I had pictured.)

Oh yeah, here's a brief list of things I find hilarious today because i'm so overwhelmed by fatigue:

- The BAWLS brand energy drink I took out of the fridge was so cold that as it warmed upt, it attracted condensation on the outside of the bottle. HAHAHA! Get it? SWEATY BAWLS!

- My women's studies syllabus has (HO) written next to certain authors names
to indicate that their work can be found in a hand-out. THEY'RE HOS! BWAHAHAHA

- Whenever I use a public bathroomm, I am seized by the irrational fear that I have somehow walked into the Men's Room, and sat down in a stall without realizing my mistake. The fear won't leave me until I see a distinctly feminine pair of feet in the stall next to me. And they've gotta be really feminine - like painted toes feminine. And I'm only alright as long as they remain in my sight.

- The more fagtigued I get, the more sexually attractive the human race appears. Maybe being deleriously tired is rather like being drunk.

shiny objects