Erica

earthdotprime @ 3:31am: 3.30am. I have a skeleton of a presentation and about 4/5 of my essays done. I am inexplicably not tired (possibly the caffeine, but I'm not coffee-jittery?), but I'm afraid that if I don't leave now, I will never get home and/or go to sleep, and consequently be too drained to get anything accomplished tomorrow.

Today would've been more productive if I hadn't spent 2 hours arguing about why Cyclops is a terrible character (in that, he is a useless person and an awful example of a leader/hero. As a character, he is fairly well defined, and thus the fact that I detest him is no surprise.), and another hour eavesdropping on an undergrads ridiculously inaccurate interpretation of Hitler's regime in Germany. ("There's no evidence that Hitler ever actually want to kill the jews." "Labor camps and concentration camps were different than death camps." Only the way that the highway and the back roads are different ways of getting to the same city, kiddo. And by city, I mean torturous death.)

I feel like I'm giving up as soon as I'm hitting my stride, but I'd rather not be a zombie tomorrow, when it counts.

earthdotprime @ 5:24pm:

earthdotprime @ 4:26pm: I'd forgotten that Clonozapam gives me realy, really weird dreams. Yes, it calms the anxiety a little bit and it helps me actually, y'know, sleep... but the dreams end up being incredibly vivid, hyper-real, fully structured plots that I have a really hard time waking up from - because they're so real.

Last night I met a boy who worked at a cotton candy factory, ditched him to get all cuddly with Mike Feld (who I haven't even thought about since summer camp 8 years ago!) and parachute out of an airplane because we decided we were no longer interested in reaching our supposed destination. Something about movie theatres and parents and irritating patrons and tango and jealous ex-girlfriends in there as well. I don't think I was the one parachuting, I think Mike did it with another girl he was seeing, they landed in a field by the girls farmhouse home, she landed funny and mentally regressed 10 years - and was thus no longer interested in Mike. Then back to the movie theatre. Bwuh?

I have to go find food, and the library, and write 4 papers. WHEE.