What was I thinking?

I'm very quickly running out of time, so I was thinking about not blogging today, but I'm eating dinner, so it's better to blog than to watch another episode of Weeds (seriously. addicted), and I purposely didn't do the little things I do to start my day - like read the comics (Get Fuzzy is essential) and at the very least the headlines on the New York Times - so that I would have little things to distract myself with when I needed a moment away from my thesis. Unfortunately, I don't have enough time to run into the city (even for groceries) or anywhere else that will keep me from my laptop for more than a few minutes, but fortunately, in 67 hours, I will be on my way to a bar with my friend (who is turning his in at the same time) and I will finally be able to breathe.

Man, I need a cigarette.

I don't usually think that, if I think anything I think, a cigarette would be nice right now, and not that I'm advocating smoking, it's horribly unhealthy and kind of gross, but I'm not quitting while I'm stressed out, that would just be silly. (Remember that op-ed I linked to about stretching one's willpower too thin?) (I'm putting a lot of thought into that article for someone who didn't really think it was that good. If anything the message we should take away from it is that willpower can be improved with practice, not what I'm projecting about not trying too hard. That's me cutting myself a little slack and making it look like I'm cutting myself a lot of slack...)

Anyway, back to it. Right now I have... well, I have everything spread out all over the place, so I have more and less than I think I do, but I have my introduction pretty nailed down (for better or worse), and a good first four pages for the Pale Fire section and a good first paragraph for Cat's Cradle. First paragraphs are very important, and very difficult. And I'm not good at deciding on the order of points I want to make, but it's getting there. More coffee and I'll be good to go.

Update: Um. Weirdness. This article in the Washington Post is a year old, yes, but still pertinent, perhaps. I mean, the guy is running for president and has a good chance of winning. (Here's hoping anyway.) Interestingly, the speech linked to has moved to here, but I'm marking this one to read for later, and there's one from the year in between here. Okay, back to work. 65 hours.

Update #2: It is now 7:25am. I would just post a new blog, but I'm too lazy to come up with a clever title. Tired. I'm too tired to come up with a clever title. I'm too lazy to rewrite what I've just written. I think having worked for most of the last 16 hours makes up for it. Am I going to be done by 5pm Friday? Absolutely.

I went to bed yesterday about this time and couldn't get to sleep because the rest of Brooklyn was waking up - including the person who lives above me and my loft bed, which is mere feet from my floor/their ceiling and their footsteps. So perhaps I will eke out another 30 minutes or so. A moment ago I was feeling wide awake, and now that it's getting even lighter, I just would rather be getting up now than going to sleep, but it's impossible for me to turn my brain off. That and I had a cup of coffee at like 4am, so there's that.

Just a nap, I like to tell myself. Maybe I'll get up at 9. No. Probably not. Maybe I'll just stay up until I can't keep my eyes open any more. But who can think without adequate sleep? No one. Que duermas con los angelitos.