What I really miss...

Right now, I want to go for a kebab. It's cold enough outside to pretend that I'm in Oxford, and I'm wearing my nice periwinkle fleece even indoors, and if I could just walk thirty or so yards to Ahmed's, I'd be very happy. Pulling all-nighters without chips or kebab meat or even a jacket potato just doesn't seem right, somehow. Of course, Ahmed would be gearing up to leave already, that's how much my schedule's shifted. I used to think that 2:30 or 3am was very late, and I'd have been working for absolutely ages before it got that late; tonight, I was at the library until 9pm, then came home and didn't manage to start working again properly until more like 11pm, and not for another hour or so did Craig come home, with a friend (his racketball mixed doubles partner), and the two of them watch The Matrix: Reloaded. So now it's 2:41am, and it feels like I've only been working for a little while, though in fact I've been working reasonably steadily all afternoon. Sans a few hours for rehearsal and dinner.

Just musing. I could always make some tea. But that would really only be another displacement activity.

My brain is melting out my forehead and ears

So, papyrology should be interesting today; I finished my presentation at 8am, and slept until 9:50am, and then woke up with absolutely ice-cold toes and legs. Now I must go print things out, in case something goes wrong when I try and print things out at school.