sleeping is for quitters

[helenic]

Two days into term, and Cambridge's infamous Time Distortion is already in full play. The last 48 hours have seemed longer than the entire week beforehand. Since this time on Monday I have sat two 3-hour exams in Prose Composition (and, I should add, done the entirety of my revision for those exams), attended two afternoons' of Part II Option Seminars so I can choose my papers for next year, done huge amounts of Whitby shopping, had tea with the_lady_lily, uisgebeatha and feanelwa, dyed my hair plum-coloured, gone to Wake Up Screaming with kungfuchaos and danced my little socks off (fishnet stockings, I mean - and had to walk back across college at 7am in said fishnets, because I'd been passing out from exhaustion four hours previously when I'd have been under cover of darkness) consumed approximately 21 units of caffeine, 17 of alcohol and 4 of ginseng, flirted outrageously with maga_dogg over coffee and allowed myself to be fed suspicious concoctions of galamgal-steeped gin and tonic, attended a tutor meeting, a DoS meeting and two supervision arrangement meetings, decided my options for next year, thought lots about my thesis topic, cycled to elise's house but forgot the house number so stood in the street phoning approximately seven people before I finally had to tell calnen my livejournal password so he could look it up for me, drank cider and watched cheesy vampire films with elise, surje and several others who don't have livejournals, cooked approximately 78964573191.19 mushrooms, worked a three-hour shift in the college library, finished the His Dark Materials trilogy, written several very very long emails, and, erm, not packed for Whitby.

I was intending to write more at this point about my options and thesis, but since they won't be confirmed till I have my (second) DoS meeting at 11.30am tomorrow (inbetween doing laundry, having a bath, all my packing, doing last-minute shopping and running ever-increasing amounts of errands - oh, and missing my first two lectures of term and all my other supervision arrangement meetings) I shall write about it after that. With spectacularly poor timing, since getting back from Elise's this evening I've come down with a sudden and improbably virulent cold. Damn not being able to be interestingly pale or snort loads of crack. Damn it all.