Here I am. Blogging. Again. WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?
Guess I'm just feeling a little uptight - an avoid-thinking-about-what's-hurting-you thing 'cos I have to
a) flounder through the last 8 Donne poems
b) stagger past M4M, Act 5
c) live the Cuban Missile Crisis
d) solve the SEA economic problems, part i),
first. And that's just for today, but wellllll. I don't care. I can do it. Or at least, pretend to have done it. (As accentuated by Donne's Song 63 scrolling across the bottom of my browser at the mo'. I am hypnotised by it. Wow! I can memorise it. Not a bad idea after all...) As a result my eyeballs feel like they are going to fall out and roll across the floor any second now. Owwww. I had my Chinese paper a few hours ago and was dreaming all the way through the zhong he tian cong - snatches of thoughts and wacky ideas - lyrics in Do Angels Sing the Blues? by A.C. LeMieux (Love's a bitter, bitter brew...), how to draw the back of Roger's head (sorry, man, but I had to stare at it for 5 hours in total), needing to replace Huixin's birthday present (a handmade hp keychain that was stolen RIGHT OUT OF my envelope in the mail), and my lousy arrangement of priorities....
I was asleep...
And I woke up, it was time to go home.
.:ning:.