For the Last Time. Ever. Sorta.

So I'm writing the Last Paper of My Undergraduate Career. It's due in 4 1/2 hours, and I have 124 of 1000 words written - an intro paragraph. And now I'm just feeling sleepy and vaguely worried that I don't have 876 words to say about Usama ibn Munqidh and William of Rubruck, which is just silly, because there have to be lots of things to say. It would help if I'd had even four complete hours of sleep, but, no, I suck.

woot.

Paper is printing right now. It's complete crap, and about 50 words short, and I'm debating whether I should take a quick nap before going to class to turn it in (I'm thinking, yes, definitely). I can fill out the job application (O! The Job Application!) when I get home, possibly after another nap.

Music: Counting Crows - Amy Hit the Atmosphere (my personal theme song of catastrophic underachievement in paper-writing, ever since second semester freshman year, when I spent a month convinced that I had, essentially, lost a scholarship for want of a little more effort on my Dante paper...)

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My only excuse for this, and it's a flimsy one, is that I wrote this at six in the morning, between the intro and first body paragraph of my final history paper. The idea's been rattling around in my head for a while, and this week's sunday100 challenge shook it loose in a more compact form than anything I would have come up with independently, so...

( Here Be Spike/Dawn )