I have survived the repeated waves of marauding virii which decide to rape my body, and can now continue on with my life.

I've assembled a vague attempt at an intinerary, which I here post for safekeeping and comments. I feel that if my travelling is publicised I will feel less inclined to modify it.
Semi-Official Schedule of Wandering, starting ( Read more... )

Ah. This elevator only goes down. Please take the next one if you aren't morbidly ill like I am. My body seems to be allergic to good nights of sleep. I was feeling decent last night, and slept quite well for a holiday-worthy 8 hours, but awakened in one of the Top 5 worst conditions I've ever been in. Anything containing nerve endings is in pain, ( Read more... )

Truck your mom gadfly!

Errrgh. I've just realised that I am not drinking any of this crap intravenously. My stomach is slushing around, filled to the brim/esophagus with a repulsive mixture of Red Bull, coffee, coke and beef. Augh.

And I am sleepy. Damn chemicals! Fight the good fight! Now!

Chemical-Powered Bruno: Phase #1

I have to read two books by tomorrow, I so I figured it was a good time to perform an experiment I've been contemplating for a long time.

I'm going to keep myself awake and try to suffer no fatigue or sleepiness, purely by injecting chemicals into my body everytime I feel tired. As saffycat de-toxes herself, I will toxify ( Read more... )

Honestly, it's time to climb out of rock bottom. I've hit it, yes, and there's a nice view ( Read more... )

I enjoy the solo concert recordings where fatigued pianists exhale loudly. Mutual struggle is always appreciated, even if my equivalent suffered only in the past while fingering out some Bach in front of a hundred-large shifting crowd, and is now lounging on an orchestra-mafia yacht in the western Mediterranean.

Days of the week:

Monday is a history paper day.
Tuesday is a political science midterm and philosophy paper day.
Wednesday is a history midterm day.
Thursday has ceased to exist.

I'm not going to be able to do this.

Meditations on Work and Play, As Applied to University and LifeCross-posted to UPenn Community ( Read more... )

Why am I assigned with meeting some non-existing reservist Xerox employee in an island of 8 million people? I have no contact information on this guy, and apparently must reorder some pages before I meet him, but am left without page order ( Read more... )