yeah, stress. whoa. ben called me a typical swattie when i talked him tonite (2 a.m.) b/c i mentioned postponing sleep to the weekend. ross and i have been working own our crazy history papers for five.five hours. it was like the kama-sutra reinvented for intercourse w/ laptops: we tried every conceivable position, even the ones that make you sore.
i don't know if my paper is at all coherent. at this point i can't really recall what the criteria for a good paper is. specially since nothing i learned in high skool applies (they HATE block quotes here, and theses aren't Like Gods. bizarre.) i have to be awake & aware tomorrow b/c i have to write my third and worst paper -- worst as in hardest and worst as in, well, worst. i have this sinking feeling that i assume is a premonition for the direction my gpa will take.

BUT things could be a lot worse. fall break is coming. i get to see liz (right?) and then the adirondacks. i'm safe and sheltered and privileged and loved. i have intriguing dreams. (some professor just told us about an author who wrote a book about something i've always wanted: in the story, people are allowed to tape their dreams. of course what happens is that they all become fixated on themselves and they lose interest in everything else. to be expected, i guess.)
khadijah finally sent out the cast list that we agreed on. YES. DONE. ahh it's all falling into place ....