Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Monday night I closed, arrived at my dorm (having been dropped off by Jenni, who has oft repeated: "Lauree, I don't want you to get raped. If you're anybody's bitch, it's mine." Ah, to be loved) around two-thirty and slept for perhaps three hours. I arose to ellipticize before Troy class, showered, went to classes, and studied my notes on the Korfmann research through most of the afternoon. I returned to the room to complete laundry and a very disorganized outline.
My habit of detaching myself from everything proves detrimental as I attempt to complete this paper. Ten pages are due promptly tomorrow morning, of which I have not written a single sentence. By all rights I should have been exhausted yesterday, but I felt fine and alert. This morning, my little tummy hurts and I am lethargic, despite having slept six hours. Ich kann mich nicht konzentrieren. Argh.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:39 AM]