Oh dear oh dear

Brain, I know you are relieved because you have until Friday on that paper and you fully intend to use the extra time to stop being so dead. I don't even mind that you needed a little nap this afternoon. But the weird dream involving incomprehensible bus schedules and contracting some sort of extremely bizarre virus through gmail that changed my LJ layout but somehow made me famous with a lot of internet people? That was weird... and involved way more reading than any dream ever should. All I'm going to complain about is the reading (it popped up a system message making fun of me for using gaim!). I have to do enough reading as it is. Heck, people aren't even supposed to be able to read in their dreams. Oh, and you know how I finally figured out it wasn't a dream? Even though I kept telling myself it shouldn't be possible to infect someone's computer using only HTML? The icon I was using wasn't mine. Right. Thanks, subconscious. Now that you've had your break, you had better let me get back to writing.

And then... something about hentaigana...

There is one thing I want to be doing less right now... unfortunately, that one's sort of a moot point, since the paper on René has already been turned in. So now here I am... sitting in the library... writing. Have been since about four, with a short break for ranting, explaining to my sister how to get the music off her iPod even though she'd installed it on another computer, and dinner (grabbed from Subway because it was 7:30 and I didn't feel like walking to either of the dining halls). It's weird. I had no idea you could actually see downtown from the fifth floor of the Reg. Nor did I realize that the chairs up here are different... there's only one of them in each alcove, and just a long carpeted block-table-thing. It's sort of comfy. I may have found another spot that doesn't quite eat my soul. My poor soul.

On the plus side, right now I am determined to get to the sixth page of this paper tonight. Preferably before ten. Even though that's only halfway, at least I'll know where I stand. Because right now I feel like the information I have is woefully inadequate for reaching twelve pages. And it's freaking me out. Well, stressing me out, more accurately. But I think right now I'm sort of beyond what can really be labelled as "stress". I can't wait to get to Canada right now. I don't even care about having to be downtown at midnight, and having to sit in Detroit for an hour. It's an entire week that I don't have to worry about school or making life easier at home. It'll be the first real vacation I've had probably since... almost never? Because every time I can remember staying somewhere other than home, there's been homework along, or it's been for visiting colleges. Wow. So... at least my much-needed escape is close at hand. I just need to reach the end of this page so I can go study for my Civ final. Gah.

Obviously, I post a lot when I'm stressed out.