I pulled a Jewel Kilcher on Tuesday after my Biochem test--slept at the library on a semi-hidden away couch with the sleeve of the flannel shirt I was using as a blanket shading my eyes from the sun coming through the window. Not quite satisfying...and even worse was how gross I felt walking sleepily to the bathroom to wash my face and fix my contacts.
But man, if there's anything I'm in lack of these days (other than Aaron, who makes an easy number 1 on that list) it's sleep.
Although up until two days ago, it would've been a thesis advisor. My creative writing prof decided not to be my advisor anymore, so now I'm doing a critical thesis--Stephen King in comparison to (more respected) American/Southern Gothic writers i.e. Faulkner, H.P. Lovecraft, or Poe and why that makes him a good writer. And deserving to be studied in schools. Ha, yeah that last part was just a little Jennifer-propaganda.