Observations of the moment:

The steam pipes are quiet. All of them. (Now, normally they're quiet, but for the past few days--since Friday afternoon, actually--the radiator in the bathroom down the hall has been banging, very loudly, like someone's hammering on it, constantly. 24/7, since Friday. And on the rare moments when it does shut up, the one in my room goes, loud enough to make me jump. I'd almost gotten used to it. Sleeping with earplugs is uncomfortable, after all.)

My desk fan is getting noisier.

My web email service is getting more and more unreliable, to the point of my deciding to get a new email address. Gah, yet another switchover.

There seems to be no housing in Greensboro, North Carolina.

I'm beginning to have auditory hallucinations of my alarm clock. Just that tone, a little faster beeping, no pauses, tinkly off in the corner of my ear. It usually goes away after a little while though.

I have also acquired the ability to sleep through my alarm. This is exceedingly disturbing.

I'm starting to get disconnected from reality. Example: I have to be ready to present my barely-thought-out term paper in, oh, an hour and a half. Yet I'm just sitting here, staring at the computer, not caring.

The combination of extreme sleep deprivation and living and working and sleeping in a room with a not quite rhythmically banging steampipe going 24/7 can make one feel like one is part of some evil brainwashing program.

Sleep dep also kills my appetite.

I'm losing the key abilities to a) make myself work and b) make myself wake up when I need to.

I think I'm going insane.

I also think I need to leave my room at this point. Screw writing up presentation stuff on my computer. My computer has an internet connection and half-written Bebopfic. It's too distracting. Handwritten notes, baby.

This presentation is going to suck.

Here's hoping they don't fail me.

I need a new icon. This one isn't really quite representative of my appearance during this time. It needs an expression that's less grumpy and more petrified, hair that droops with that particular haven't-had-the-time-to-shower-in-a-week greasiness. I have the image. Shrinking it and uploading it will be my post-presentation reward, I suppose.

I am screwed.

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