Also I Can't Capitalize Right Anymore

Aaaargh, didn't I do this 'pulling an all-nighter before a work night' thing last week? WTF self, why do you fail so hard?

Like, you'd think I would realize by now that I have the least efficient paper-writing system ever - that would be the 30 minutes of work, 30 minutes of gay porn fic system - and plan accordingly, but nooooo. Instead, I don't start papers until 3 in the morning. Which is why it is 6.30 and I am trying to have thinky thoughts about Wide Sargasso Sea and getting hung up on my inability to articulate transition words. FAIL. I need to have this print-ready by 10.30 at the latest, and I am just starting my 2nd argument. Granted, the text gets progressively easier to quote and backs my argument up better as it goes on, but still. SO MUCH FAIL.

If you are a Stanford alum and I call you tonight to beg you for money, but don't make any sense at all, I'm sorry. This is why. Work is going to be fuuuuuun.

ETA: One hour, 2 pages, and one argument to go. Can I do it?

ETA2: IT IS DONE. IT IS RUBBISH, BUT IT IS DONE RUBBISH.

I Also Forgot How To Use Past-Tense, Which Is Just Sad

STILL ALIVE. FOR A CERTAIN VALUE OF ALIVE THAT MEANS 'VERY NEARLY DEAD.'

Handed in the paper of not-abject failure. Did not, by some miracle, fall asleep during lecture although I did start writing random bad poetry and a story about my grandmother that I might try to finish when I can focus my eyes again. Survived Japanese, although it was heinous. Very bad sign: forgot the word きののん three times in a row. I have known that word since the first week of the first class last year! *shakes head* And two people were absent, which meant the total number of people in the class was FOUR. So I kinda had to talk.

Am now on the internet just long enough to make sure the president hasn't been assassinated and there isn't an asteroid on a collision course with New York City. And also to watch the Torchwood: Children of Earth trailer! It has boysnogging and explosions. I wholeheartedly approve.

Now there will be napping! Oh, will there be napping. For the hour and a half before I have to get up and go to work. Fuck.