{ I don't care if you think I'm eager to shut your eyes. }

[delga]

Lols, so. I'm showered and dressed now. I'm going to dry my hair and then go for that early morning walk. The campus office doesn't actually open for another three point five hours so theoretically I could go to sleep now. I'm not going to, though. Not as glutton for punishment, but just because I need to not fuck over the circadians that I worked so damn ard to readjust in the first place.

This essay will not be getting a tremendous number of marks but I'm hoping that it'll maintain my average. I've been reading a lot of criticism recently and I'm now 99% sure that I've fucked up the argumentation in my dissertation. I was too worried about the stuff that didn't matter. But: it's done now. Can't fix it now. No sense in freaking about it. (That's my current mantra. I'm not entirely sure how it's going.)

Hahaha, I can't even drop my books off at the library because it doesn't open until 0830.

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Have turned on my 'wake up' playlist because I basically spent the last four hours listening to the tracks from the last post. Niiice. (This shuffle is a bit shit - three Matchbox 20 tracks in a row? Ugh, chaos theory, how you trip me out.)

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This next week I have to read the rest of Middlesex, devise an essay question, submit it to my tutor, research for it and then write 2k. That's due a week today. A week this Friday we're going to watch A Streetcar Named Desire (!!!) and a fortnight this Friday I have my exam which is something I need to prep for. If this essay bombs, then I'm going to need those exam marks.

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I can feel the hysteria setting in now. Today is quite obviously going to be a lot of fun.