Can I just say that I kind of love how Professor I-Have-A-Folder-Called-Battlestar-Galactica-On-My-Desktop-And-Named-My-Hard-Drive-Jean-Luc Awesome Trekkie signs her emails H?

I become ever more convinced that I will run into her in fandom someday. Possibly in line to see PILOTS! at Dragon*Con.

Huzzah! I think this may be the first time I have managed to restrain myself to the approximate ball-park of the recommended essay wordcount this academic year. So I gave Christianity and Judaism nothing but a (fairly meaty) paragraph each. The cult of Isis is just more interesting. Sry dudes.

Now, how to conclude an essay that doesn't actually say anything. Don't judge me. This is what professors get when they hand out vaguer-than-cirrus-clouds essay prompts.

*screams*

...Oh wait, that was just my reflection. My essay-writing lifestyle of the past few days has included obscene amounts of energy drinks, crappy, crappy eating habits, and l;sdflajdf what sleep pattern? My skin is staging a rebellion, and it's clashing quite horribly with the sort of purpley hue of the circles under my hollow, empty eyes. Also, in my haze of exhaustion, I fell asleep all coccooned in my duvet on the couch - right after washing my hair. I look forward to trying to get those tangles out.

I think for now, though, bed. Before I wind up having yet another conversation with myself in somebody's comments.