just kill me now

Too much studying yesterday leads to me, today, not wanting to do anything. Which would have worked out better if I'd actually done the homework that's due tomorrow yesterday. Which I did not. Or if I'd finished my paper, the one that's due Wednesday. Which I did not. Or if I'd studied for my Japanese midterm tomorrow, the one that I shall probably fail kind of spectacularly. Which I did not.

I did, on the other hand, write about 200 words of Dust last night, which made me more ridiculously happy than it has a right to. Also, given the fact that I marked up Machiavelli like whoa, one might come to the conclusion that I'm either planning to take over the world or write a book. Or both.

*eyes homework* Japanese. Right. Maybe if I at least get the homework done I won't completely flunk the class.

it's...sort of happy golden age?

We always forget my brain kicks into overdrive when I'm stressed out. Which is why it presents me with things like the time Susan got married and divorced within weeks of each other. Let me clarify: the time Susan got married when she was already sleeping with Peter.

As we can guess, this went badly. Political marriage, of course, only the husband didn't pay too much attention to the tenets of the marriage agreement, and he starts driving Susan crazy because he's very much feudal male; he wants his wife to do what he wants and he wants it now. There is, of course, at least one occasion when Peter storms into the bedchamber, throws the curtains open and announces, "Su, I need you in the council room right now," and the husband protests before Peter glares at him. And Susan hustles off. And he tries to keep her from the archery butts. And then she finally loses her temper entirely and comes flouncing into Peter's study, plants herself in his lap, and starts kissing him.

Peter: *breathlessly* Your husband's going to kill me.
Susan: Good, I've been wanting grounds for divorce. *starts undoing his shirt*
Peter: *significantly distracted* Assassination attempts are a...capital crime. Su.
Susan: Shut up and kiss me.
*door slams open*
Husband: Your majesty! I have -- OH MY GOD.
Susan: Go away, you idiot. *bites Peter's ear*
Husband: I WANT A DIVORCE AND PASSAGE BACK TO MY NATIVE COUNTRY. AND THEN I AM DECLARING WAR.
Peter: Go find Edmund. And go away.
Susan: Far away.
Husband: Harlot! *leaves hastily*
Susan: ...now I understand why you never went through with all those engagements. I'm never getting married again. *pulls her dress off*
Peter: I am perfectly fine with that.
*fade to black. or not*

And I suppose we can just imagine Edmund's reaction when Husband finally found him. "Did you even read the damned marriage contract? Get out of here before I decide you're too stupid to live."

...Narnian politics. *cough*