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kaydeefalls
Haven't been on LJ all day. Won't check the flist until tomorrow night, probably.
BA critical paper (draft) status (because you all need to know, of course!)
Critical pages written: 7
Creative pages written: 5
Pages of potentially useful quotations yet unused: 7
Pages of quotations deemed probably not useful: 3
Minimum pages left to write (predominantly critical, perhaps some creative): 8
Time actual writing started: 7:00 PM
Time now: 5:30 AM
Time due: 3:00 PM
Amount of time deliberately wasted since actual writing began: approx. 3 hours, including 1.5 hours a cappella rehearsal
Time before boyfriend's alarm goes off: 3 hours
Chance of seeing sunrise: very, very high
Chance of getting to bed before boyfriend leaves it: middling-to-fair, depending on when the inevitable crash hits
Panicking?: not quite, as I've resolved not to attend either of my morning classes
I've reached the sort of zen that comes with being well into your second or third wind, when you can see the sky getting lighter even through the rain and occasional lightning flashes, when your butt is asleep and you're starting to have trouble moving quickly, when your fingers are starting to feel numb with exhaustion but you just keep typing, when you feel that special extra-alert-awake-wiredness that only comes just before you crash. The sort of zen that comes with knowing that there are still more than nine hours to go and oh christ you try to sleep for nine hours a night when you can, ah fuck, but at least you got seven hours last night plus a two hour nap this (yesterday) afternoon.
The sort of zen that comes when you realize fuck it, it's just a draft.
I wonder when the crash will hit.
BA critical paper (draft) status (because you all need to know, of course!)
Critical pages written: 7
Creative pages written: 5
Pages of potentially useful quotations yet unused: 7
Pages of quotations deemed probably not useful: 3
Minimum pages left to write (predominantly critical, perhaps some creative): 8
Time actual writing started: 7:00 PM
Time now: 5:30 AM
Time due: 3:00 PM
Amount of time deliberately wasted since actual writing began: approx. 3 hours, including 1.5 hours a cappella rehearsal
Time before boyfriend's alarm goes off: 3 hours
Chance of seeing sunrise: very, very high
Chance of getting to bed before boyfriend leaves it: middling-to-fair, depending on when the inevitable crash hits
Panicking?: not quite, as I've resolved not to attend either of my morning classes
I've reached the sort of zen that comes with being well into your second or third wind, when you can see the sky getting lighter even through the rain and occasional lightning flashes, when your butt is asleep and you're starting to have trouble moving quickly, when your fingers are starting to feel numb with exhaustion but you just keep typing, when you feel that special extra-alert-awake-wiredness that only comes just before you crash. The sort of zen that comes with knowing that there are still more than nine hours to go and oh christ you try to sleep for nine hours a night when you can, ah fuck, but at least you got seven hours last night plus a two hour nap this (yesterday) afternoon.
The sort of zen that comes when you realize fuck it, it's just a draft.
I wonder when the crash will hit.
