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*stares at clock*
Jan. 17th, 2003 02:31 amGot diverted by a bunny, y'see. Posted here or at Riddlefics, for the curious.
It's 2:30 in the morning. I get up for work at 7. I have probably three or four more hours of work to do on this thing. I will have no opportunity whatsoever to nap tomorrow, as there is work, nor the next day, as there is Arisia, not even really the day after that. I was already a bit short on sleep and dead exhausted when I started this evening, never mind now. And I pretty much have to finish it tonight, or at least the bulk of it, or Mum will kill me.
Have I mentioned how dysfunctional I get on too little sleep?
I have absolutely nobody to blame for this but myself. I feel like banging my head against something until it bleeds. My head, not the something. Is it utterly impossible for me to be anything but an inexcusable, incompetent, indescribable, absolute idiot when it comes to getting stuff done?
Yeah, I know the answer to that one, too. It's a miracle I passed all my classes last year, I don't even know what's going to happen with the evaluations from this term.
Starting to feel physically ill. And ragingly hungry, but that's to be expected. Do not know how in hell I'm going to be able to write the rest of this thing--got a summary of the episodes, another short analysis, and part of the conclusory theory exposition to do. Plus the editing and HTMLizing.
It doesn't matter how much I tell myself it needs to get done. All that I can think is that I can't, I just can't, and I want sleep now, and I'm going to be shot to hell all weekend while Fisher is here.
It's 2:30 in the morning. I get up for work at 7. I have probably three or four more hours of work to do on this thing. I will have no opportunity whatsoever to nap tomorrow, as there is work, nor the next day, as there is Arisia, not even really the day after that. I was already a bit short on sleep and dead exhausted when I started this evening, never mind now. And I pretty much have to finish it tonight, or at least the bulk of it, or Mum will kill me.
Have I mentioned how dysfunctional I get on too little sleep?
I have absolutely nobody to blame for this but myself. I feel like banging my head against something until it bleeds. My head, not the something. Is it utterly impossible for me to be anything but an inexcusable, incompetent, indescribable, absolute idiot when it comes to getting stuff done?
Yeah, I know the answer to that one, too. It's a miracle I passed all my classes last year, I don't even know what's going to happen with the evaluations from this term.
Starting to feel physically ill. And ragingly hungry, but that's to be expected. Do not know how in hell I'm going to be able to write the rest of this thing--got a summary of the episodes, another short analysis, and part of the conclusory theory exposition to do. Plus the editing and HTMLizing.
It doesn't matter how much I tell myself it needs to get done. All that I can think is that I can't, I just can't, and I want sleep now, and I'm going to be shot to hell all weekend while Fisher is here.
