The title doesn't mean anything. Really. It's just the effect of having functioned on three hours of sleep a night for a week, then having slept very nearly round the clock yesterday, and finally having topped it off by trying to make sense of Microsoft's accounting policy and decide whether stock options really motivate CEOs. All I have to say for myself is that I didn't get sozzled - not on alcohol, anyway.
T-Nite is over. In retrospect and with the benefit of twenty-twenty hindsight, it was fun, although going to bed at four in the morning is not something I would recommend as a lifelong policy. Some things are best left to Gally Threepwood.
So now it's back to business as usual. That's a rather depressing thought. During T-Nite I had enough to do that I didn't have time to worry about EA and QM backlog, or give more than a passing thought to midterm results. Now that I have the leisure to sit and work out what they're going to do to my grades for the term... But why think of that when I needn't?
One of my friends is playing Titania. They're putting up the show in the middle of September; I'll be very sorry to miss it - not least because I want to see her kiss Bottom with the ass's head. Still, maybe I'll have someone take photographs for me. I could do with some fun.
Less than a month now, until endterms. At this point I'm not too worried. When you're deluged in tests and quizzes as numerous as - well, as anything that anybody ever called numerous; I can't think of a simile right now - they all boil down, as one of my professors is wont to say, to punctuation marks in an essay being written by somebody with a warped sense of humour. (He just mentioned the punctuation marks; the rest is my own.)
It's raining again. So I'll just listen to the drizzle and let the Alps arise as they will.
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