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May. 22nd, 2013 08:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardSick and miserable and loopy because of it. I think it's allergies, it feels like allergies, but given that The Plague is going around -- especially around my course, since we were trapped in a Land Rover with an infected vector for nine hours last Friday -- I guess it could be that too. I've got like three different kinds of painkillers, cold medicine, and allergy medicine that I'm deploying as strikes my mood or my current level of general frustration with the universe. (Do I think that any of them actually work? I...uh, actually, no. But I do keep trying.)
Papers got turned in yesterday; I'm not actually sure if they went in on time because I literally ran over to SAAH to scrawl out the coversheets and toss them in the box. My schedule kind of went to hell while I was writing the damn things; I thought I was the worst one off in my course and then I went in today for the "let's make sure our international students aren't terrorists" required meeting (consensus: even if we were, we could spare ten minutes out of our master plan to check in) and realized, nope, not actually. My papers are in! I have slept in the past three days! I didn't file for mitigating circumstances for my wrists because I seriously didn't think that the health centre would believe me! This is not true about other people (well, the wrist thing). So on the one hand I'm relieved, on the other hand I'm mildly aggravated because maybe I just want to wallow in my misery for a little bit.
By the way, aside from whining about writing, this is the sort of thing I tweet when I'm eyes-deep in papers and loopy as all get out:
I swear it made sense in my head.
Papers got turned in yesterday; I'm not actually sure if they went in on time because I literally ran over to SAAH to scrawl out the coversheets and toss them in the box. My schedule kind of went to hell while I was writing the damn things; I thought I was the worst one off in my course and then I went in today for the "let's make sure our international students aren't terrorists" required meeting (consensus: even if we were, we could spare ten minutes out of our master plan to check in) and realized, nope, not actually. My papers are in! I have slept in the past three days! I didn't file for mitigating circumstances for my wrists because I seriously didn't think that the health centre would believe me! This is not true about other people (well, the wrist thing). So on the one hand I'm relieved, on the other hand I'm mildly aggravated because maybe I just want to wallow in my misery for a little bit.
By the way, aside from whining about writing, this is the sort of thing I tweet when I'm eyes-deep in papers and loopy as all get out:
Yes, I'm sure that Hannibal Lecter and Gollum could have some interesting conversations, and god knows Gollum could use a shrink.
— Katrina (@bedlamsbard) May 21, 2013
I swear it made sense in my head.