sophistry | (no subject)

Well, you learn something new about yourself every day.

In this case, my ability to produce 14 pages of writing overnight to add to the ones I'd already written for a grand total of twice the required word-count, my complete inability to self-edit, but my astonishing ability to finish the bibliography with an hour and some 'til the deadline, defeat atrocious traffic, make it in to uni, spend ten minutes trying to help the guy in front of me jimmy his €1 coin out of the printer credit machine (basement), get eventually informed by cloakroom lady that printer credit machine is broken, traipse upstairs to the Classics Department (SIXTH FLOOR) to explain and ask if there is a printer we can use, be informed of new printer credit machine in the library computer room, run to library computer room, get co-opted by hapless (but cute!) French exchange student, spend ten minutes trying to figure out why his work-station will only register an imager and not a printer, get printer credit, fail to be able to log on in library computer lab, sprint back to Arts block, log in on email station in foyer, print essay, flail over to printer (basement), collect essay, wheeze back up to Classics Department (SIXTH FLOOR!!1!) and still hand the essay in with five minutes to spare.

\o/

I am a golden god, all shall love me and despair, &c.

Now, I am going to sit here and stare dully at the screen for long enough to fake having gone to at least one lecture, somehow get home without stepping in front of a bus, buy some instant coffee on the way because I had to pull an all-nighter without any and that's just wrong, cry, eat, sleep, cry some more, eat, get started on the next Spanish novel for the upcoming Lit essay and some reading for the same-due-date seminar short commentaridslkfjskAAARGH*SCREAMS*, and somewhere in there find an hour or two to watch the new BSG and Rome.

I get a little hysterical when I haven't slept.

HI GUYS. WHAT'S UP WITH YOU.

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Haaaaaaaaaaaa hihihihi what is up.

I AM EXCITED FOR THE NEW ROME. NOW THAT THE NOVELTY OF HIS FIRST APPEARANCE IS OVER, IT IS TIME FOR HOTAVIAN TO PROVE HIS CHOPS.

ONE HOPES HE SATSIFIES.

...buy ice-cream. Really, buy ice-cream and probably chocolate. Lots of it. You deserve it after that. D:

Maybe I will! I am feeling self-indulgent. I just wish you could get proper, creamy, Italian ice-cream in Dublin. D:

*mourns*

I know. God, I'd kill for some proper ice-cream.

I suspect that printers everywhere have this universal pact. Their willingness to function is somehow related to the humans' desperation to make them function. Nice job foiling their evil, computerized plans. I hope SLEEP is higher on your to-do list than it looks from here.

WELL DONE, THAT WOMAN!

Sleep, dear. There will be less with the crying if there is more with the sleeping. Trust me.

I prescribe sleep, a good square meal (with protien in), a rich, indulgent chocolate dessert, then more sleep. Then tackle the next project, thusly refreshed.

*applauds!*

I highly recommend blood sugar, as others have been saying, and preferably something indulgent as a treat to yourself. Which you most definitely deserve after that.

Also sleep. Preferably lots of it.

*goes back to applauding!*

Blood sugar and a self-reward, definitely.

Also punching every printer in the FACE, but save that for later. Oh, how frustating. But you made it through! You win the world.

*squishes you*

Chocolate?