My stomach and my brain do not speak the same language, apparently. It took the fog of 12 hours without a bite last night to remember - oh yeah, dinner. At 2 am. It's never like this unless I am consumed by my work, body & soul. And this paper is consuming me. Like those little fish that nibble the dead skin off your feet at the fancy pedicurists. I'm in the home stretch, apparently... but haven't begun to Works Cite or write an Abstract or Conclusion. I keep adding a layer or dimension to sections.
"Stop it soon!"
Trying to decide when/if I'm gonna be sleeping in the next 24 hrs. Is it really THAT important? Hmmm...
Back to Mallie's edits. She is like a fairy genius.
From the drafts folder
6 years ago
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