Almost there
Apr. 27th, 2010 07:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
athenaltenaI just took eudaimonia, grabbed it by the horns and threw it off a building, and then for good measure set it on fire.
In other words, my philosophy paper is done. Now just the sociology observation paper, and that's mostly padding at this point around my main observations. I basically have to make the hour I sat around in the Capital Coffee House sound high-falutin and scientific, which is actually kind of fun. I'm not kidding when I say I've spent two paragraphs describing the beards on the guys in the place and imagining it being narrated by David Attenborough.
I've also been running on about 4 hours of sleep all day. I honestly try to be in bed by midnight most nights, that wasn't the problem last night. It was that my brain would not turn off and was still going a million miles per hour. Ironically I almost fell asleep while watching Mythbusters a few hours earlier, but once I actually wanted to go to bed my brain gave me a big fuck you. And no, caffeine was not involved this time.
It also turns out that how sardonic I am is directly related to how much sleep I have, though that's probably obvious. Right now I'm at Yahtzee Croshaw level. Which on the one hand means that I come up with my best one-liners when I'm exhausted, but on the other hand the rest of me is a mess.
No wonder so many comedians have screwed up personal lives.
In other words, my philosophy paper is done. Now just the sociology observation paper, and that's mostly padding at this point around my main observations. I basically have to make the hour I sat around in the Capital Coffee House sound high-falutin and scientific, which is actually kind of fun. I'm not kidding when I say I've spent two paragraphs describing the beards on the guys in the place and imagining it being narrated by David Attenborough.
I've also been running on about 4 hours of sleep all day. I honestly try to be in bed by midnight most nights, that wasn't the problem last night. It was that my brain would not turn off and was still going a million miles per hour. Ironically I almost fell asleep while watching Mythbusters a few hours earlier, but once I actually wanted to go to bed my brain gave me a big fuck you. And no, caffeine was not involved this time.
It also turns out that how sardonic I am is directly related to how much sleep I have, though that's probably obvious. Right now I'm at Yahtzee Croshaw level. Which on the one hand means that I come up with my best one-liners when I'm exhausted, but on the other hand the rest of me is a mess.
No wonder so many comedians have screwed up personal lives.
