it's light outside.

[fictional]

i hate that i do this.
that i can't finish anything like a proper person
that dawn always shines on the ends of my papers
whether they are three, five, or twenty pages long.
this one is fifteen, and it's done now.
but i can't tell whether is good or crap or what.
i couldn't tell the difference now between christopher marlowe and britney spears.
but hey, at least it's something, and maybe it will all seem okay after i've slept.
think good thoughts for me, ok?
I need this grade.

Comments

[prosicated.livejournal.com]

at least you finish them, I went through college never writing things until they were several weeks late - work never motivated me enough to pull an all-nighter. i admire your resolve and willpower and your general wondrous-kali-ness. *hugs*
i'm sure you'll do smashingly.

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

thank you, megling
wish you were here to exchange hugs with.
(and i hope smashingly doesn't mean that i go postal on my french final tomorrow with an UZI
...or maybe i do...)
anyways,miss you, and love you muchly.