spammity!

Shockingly enough, reading through the half of my paper written while not in possession of my sanity last night/this morning, I find that it's reasonably well-argued and comprehensible. Oh, the things my carefully honed Bullshit Skills are capable of while my mind's away. Quite impressive.

Less impressive, however, is the fact that I still have at least 1500 words to go, and only about three hours in which to write them. Shit, meet fan.

(Yes, the icon is a lion's head scuplture surrounded by guns. It's in the Tower of London, I took a photo of it while I was there. It's not paranoia if they really are out to get you, you know.)

just on time

Paper done, thank fucking god. It's not exactly the best thing I've ever written, but it's DONE, and it will shortly be printed out and turned in, and then I will be doen with this godawful course and never have to think about the theatrical avant-garde EVER AGAIN.

Um, now on to the next item in my list of things that need to be done. Urg. This is detracting from my usual sense of paper-finishing euphoria, and I do not approve.

meh?

Erm, where'd ladybella go?

ETA: Never mind, she seems to be back now. :)