Thursday, September 12, 2002
 

My day thus far:

5:01 AM: first alarm goes off.
5:07: Roll out of bed, unwillingly.
5:07-12:00: Eat breakfast, read, get dressed, read, read, read.
12:30-3:00: Attend class.3:00-4:00: Repair to library. Read.
4:10-5:30: Attend lecture.
5:30-6:00: Eat free food (crackers) in English department. Socialize.
6:00: Start walking home.
6:15: Haul into apartment. Reheat and demolish plate of veggies, tofu, and rice.
6:50: Wrest self from stupor. Begin blogging.

I'm going to whine (GASP!). I'm only alotting 4-6 hours of sleep per night at the moment, so it's not like I'm getting loads of sleep here. The problem is that I'm also having insomnia again, meaning that, once I finally fall asleep, I don't sleep for more than 45 minutes to an hour at a time. I am a zombie today (though, strangely, I also gave my best performance in modernism to date, not like that's saying much). On my walk home, I actually started to get unsteady and developed cold chills. When I go to bed, I'm so tired that my body hurts, yet I can't sleep.

Enuff of that. The afternoon lecture was by the job canidate that all the students met with Wednesday. She's an Americanist, currently teaching at Chapel Hill, and she is fan-tas-tic. It would be so wonderful if she came here. We're all getting our hopes up much higher than we should, especially we poor forgotten Americanists here in Brit land.

Yesterday was a rerun of last Wednesday. I make all these wonderful resolutions about how I'm going to come straight home from class, make pasta, and then get down with EM Forster. I didn't succumb to the temptations of Mexican this time; it was Japanese. There were only six of us this time (everyone else went home to study, the wusses), but we had a grand time. My work ethic has croaked, apparently.

There were several funny stories I wanted to post, but my brain is flat-lining at the moment. In fact, I think I'm going to stop this and just lie down here on the futon . Catch ya later . . .

Elvisette philosophized at 6:59 PM