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]

Very true. I haven't slept in more than 24 hours, and got only four the the night before. I may or may not send you back baby!Ianto before sleep. If I do, I make no guarantees for its sanity.

[rm.livejournal.com]

Jesus. Are you making progress now? (on your paper I mean)

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

I finished a draft. It's too long. I'm going to look at it again when I've had some sleep. But hey, I kept my vow. And just taught for four hours! Wheeeeeeeee! Soon, I can go home. Hopefully I will neither faint nor vomit on public transit. Somethings should be for the privacy of one's own home, I feel.

[rm.livejournal.com]

Well, this will cheer you: my copy of Almost Perfect just arrived. So you can borrow it when I'm done.

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

Yay!!

Okay. Fuck this office hour. I am off home. More later.