Diet Coke is My Savior
I was up until about 3.30am working on this stupid Heidegger-Nietzsche madness. I got up, talked to my roommate before she left town to do some training in Atlanta, and then was on the radio. Now I'm in the computer lab, reinforced by Diet Coke and Kristin Hersh.
I want this bloody thing to be done by 6pm if at all possible.
ARGH!
Wish the sleep-deprived luck.
Passed the Howling Woman and Stood Outside Your Door
Up late again. This weekend has been a whirl of red wine and memory, of forgetfulness and wishes of forgottenness. Of song finishings and of realizations about how little I truly know about Heidegger. It's writing time, kids and kiddies, and yours truly is not so happy about it. I wish I'd gotten out of town this weekend, but alas, all I had was rain and a party to attend to...I seem to go out more and more. I guess I don't handle break ups well...although I do all right, I suppose.
This Heidegger and Nietzsche paper is growing unwieldy, to the tune of 30 something pages. I NEED to finish it by tomorrow sometime so that I will be able to grade my life away when about 30 4-5 page papers are plunged into my lap on Wednesday morning sharply early at 9 frickin am...and I have a square 48hrs to grade it up.
Hopefully I'll finish Heidegger by tomorrow (Tuesday) sometime...at latest, by 8:30am on Wednesday, if you catch my meaning.
But I still intend to be on the radio at noon Tuesday...so if you're available, tune into wrvu.org. Of course it's noon central time!
