In which I am made of epic fail

[fictional]

So. If you looked up procrastination in the dictionary, you would NOT therein find a picture of me, because I would've thought, eh, tomorrow's soon enough to send it in, no?

*headdesk*

I have vowed to not sleep before finishing this paper. It is on Doctor Who. WHY CAN I NOT CONCENTRATE FOR MORE THAN FIVE MINUTES AT A TIME? WHY???

In the last two days, I have a) not done anything fun, and b) also not done anything productive. I have, however, read the ridiculous lj comms about lifestyle master/slaves, read the NY Times, written some fanfic, read the Guardian, read post secret, refreshed LJ 14 squintillion times, drank a whole lot of red bull.

My life is so glamorous.

Comfort me with apples. Or you know, encouragement.

I beg of you.

...Maybe I should take a bath.

Comments

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

Best advice ever. Seriously. I can't express how awesome this comment is because I am so tired I think I am clinically insane, and about to start having conversations with waterfalls. The scary part is that they talk back. Sometimes I cite them. With ibids even.

On the other hand I finished a draft. It is too long, and I read too fast anyway. After I have slept, I will ponder cutting.

You rock beyond the telling of it.

[framefolly.livejournal.com]

Wow -- thanks! I'm really glad I helped a little! But the only reason I could is because YOU rock. You've got a draft, and you've got sleep -- what more could anyone ask for?

You wrote in another thread:
I fear it's not possible to write an entire dissertation in one night.

*adopting my best Giles impression*
I'd like to test that theory.

;)