heh.

It's four in the morning. The paper is due at 11:30. So far I've written the title page. My brain is talking to me in what I suspect is Ray Kowalski's POV. I'm stuck trying to remember the word for renouncing a heretical faith (there's a special word, not renounce or denounce or capitulate or apostasize, there's a word...). I'm pretty sure I'm not going to sleep at all tonight - plotting a 7am run to the McDonald's for an Egg McMuffin, wondering if I can work in some of the Geology reading that I'm going to be way too much of a zombie to do after I get off work at six. The last time I did this, an honest-to-God zero-sleep all-nighter, was in August, the night before we moved my little brother into his dorm. That time the obsessive task of the overnight hours was cleaning out his room, formerly my room. Tonight I need to write a paper on the bloody Albigensians and their bloody heresy and the bloody inquisitorial records, based on a stupid inane topic question.

And the thing is? Still better than last semester. Hands down.


ETA: recant!

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Five in the morning. 250 words down, 750 words to go. Have chosen to run with the analogy between Cistercians and Cathars, because, y'know, if I'm gonna be wrong, I might as well be wrong in a big fun splashy way. And I'm pretty sure I'm gonna get a B+ no matter what I do. I mean, maximum. I could always do worse.

So. 750 words to go.

Gah! Gender! Gender! From empowering to exploiting women in 100 years! Yes!

blrg.

6:30 in the morning, and all of a sudden the sky outside my window is cornflower blue, and I am on the last body paragraph, rabbiting on about how they really shouldn't be having so much sex if they think bodies are evil, and I am crashing hard, and really looking forward to an Egg McMuffin and about nine cans of Diet Coke to get me through the next twelve hours, when it will be okay to crash for real, with the sleeping.