Thursday, October 27, 2005
After working last night from eight until two in the morning, I read Maus II in its entirety, until about five-thirty. Even then, I reflected that my mind, at least, was completely alert. The recreational center opens at six, and I contemplated jogging over there to ellipticize, but I chose instead to favour my tent bed over the cool air.
I managed to fall asleep, but awoke promptly at seven forty-five to shower, check e-mails, and make copies of the German Club fliers announcing the first meeting (tomorrow). The advisor of the club (Dr. Bonzo) was not around to procure photocopies of my original, so I took it first to the German graduate students (having forgotten that they are severely restricted in their own prints- they have to "order" them in advance, ridiculously enough). One of them, Jan, optimistically directed me to the main office upstairs in the foreign language building, but the secretary lady there glanced at me shrewdly.
'We normally only allow faculty to make copies.'Fortunately, she did make an exception, since I only needed fifteen pages. I would have returned to do the same thing for the Classical Society (I designed fliers for a lecture last night), but I feared she might stone me. I taped the fliers to Dr. Lavigne's door.
On an hour and-a-half of sleep, my eyeballs feel a bit sore (and that may be more from staring at a white computer screen), but I remain unusually alert. Ich verstande es nicht. But I shall now use this opportunity to study for a Greek quiz tomorrow; I did very poorly on the last one.
Of course, when the time arrives for the philosophy lecture at two, my weariness will descend with an alarming severity.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 9:21 AM]