Blubbering Blearily
Dec. 8th, 2005 10:01 amI am so tired I feel sick, but at least I finished fucking Kaputt and my Travelogues portfolio. Three finals, four papers, five cultural explorations and one convincing the university I have been enroled in Travelogues the whole semester, you bastards session to go. At leasts that buracracy can wait until after break. Now I just have to turn in that portfolio. The Kaputt paper shouldn't be awful, and Hardy's giant What Is Travel? comparison to English theatrical drama won't kill me. It's not that generous. It's the Cuthulhu of papers. why did I give birth to this THING?
I'm happier than I should be that at least something got done and this giant portfolio beast is an actual thing I can hold in my hands, give away and NEVER HAVE TO SEE AGAIN. Three revisions, one explanatory paper enter. One man leaves. Tina Turner, I see you now. You're the angel. the angel of death, Tina Turner, my negation. God I want to sleep.
I'm happier than I should be that at least something got done and this giant portfolio beast is an actual thing I can hold in my hands, give away and NEVER HAVE TO SEE AGAIN. Three revisions, one explanatory paper enter. One man leaves. Tina Turner, I see you now. You're the angel. the angel of death, Tina Turner, my negation. God I want to sleep.