Farscape plays behind my Mini-Orals presentation tonight. It's not done, my French reading is not done, I have 1 hour tomorrow to finish both of them if I give myself 8 hours of sleep.
Endless.
Until December 15th.
This Friday is Spring-Fall thesis parade. Kisses will help, dancing and champagne will help.
Well, today I give myself 7.5 hours of sleep. I choose that invariably now, unlike two years ago when I would shoot for an integer multiple of 1.5 regardless of the n I ended up with (though I generally wanted at least a 2.) Well times have changed now and that is how it is. This is how it is.
Nothing is particularly special tonight, which is why I can't work. Work is about special things. I want to work on mysteries and questions.
BEDTIME
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