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Been so busy these last 7 days. Average amount of sleep a night, 5 hours, drank lots of Tescos Kick and horribly thick instant coffee. I hate being sleepless and forced to function, briefly became a slightly different person- Crap-tired n’ Caffeinated Annabel was capable of focusing on only one thing at at time, or holding a single thought at a time with a maximum memory recall of about six seconds. As for going to sleep, you know how it is when you lie down in bed at some horrible hour and your mind is still ticking over with wild thoughts, and you think, ‘I’ve had too much caffeine got too much to do not feeling tired not sleepy at all maybe I should get up and-’ WHACK. A cosh of exhaustion blacks you out. I feared it might start getting like that while I was awake, but more extreme, that I would be walking and talking and the next minute taking an abrupt facedown nap in my lunch.
I grew immune to the taste of instant coffee- I’ve numbed myself so far to Nescafe original, Kenco Rappor, and have nearly banished the taste of Kenco gold- which began tasting like hot water. I would get in the shower and think, ‘This coffee’s bloody weak…’ . Ha, ha. Yesterday evening, I decided I could finally take the evening off, so spent a happy couple of hours sipping alcohol and painting away in the Union’s art room (the two things, alcohol and creativity, are actually mutually complementary), then last night finally could let myself just sleep till I woke up. Which is why I’m sitting here now amidst the ruins of a huge breakfast and feeling pretty amiable with the world again.
Anyway, the 2000 word+ essay was turned in, I got my twitchy self to a session of wushu so they’ll let me perform with them at International Night tonight, articles were written, conferences covered, prospective documentary interviewees found, and other matters not worth mentioning were done. Hey, here are some pretty rain pictures I took sometime Tuesday morning.
With floods of rain hosing the streets outside, I went out to find the side gate locked and so took 20 minute walk around Imperial to get to where I might have left my bike.
Passing the gate opposite the Union, I found it was actually open so I didn’t actually have to walk for 20 minutes in the rain.
Since the film I was analysing for the essay (yeah, I know. Film analysis. Sounds easy, hey- it’s not like I had to write an essay on the concept of speciation or how organelles move round cells… but at least Biology essays had a firm basis of facts to draw on) was a film noir film, something about the dark rain washed streets, and my lone clacking footsteps, seemed particularly fitting to me.
If you live around Imperial and you looked out to see a figure stalking about at 1am in a flapping leather coat getting soaked and bedraggled, it was me, being noir-ish.
Oh yeah, and as I walked nearly the whole way in the rain, I realised as reached Queens Gate road that I was holding my folded umbrella in my hand.
Still plenty to do today, but working from home. Before hitting the books again, I’m going to enjoy folding laundry and listening to the radio… Yeah, you read that right. I look forward to these things now, they’re a break from having to continually rub my brain cells together to produce some kind of cerebral thought. Also, I’m going to put up a review of my visit to Body Worlds last Sunday, and perhaps write about other stuff that happened that weekend. I’m not sure why, but I got pretty depressed over the weekend, and there had been little hints of it in the weeks before, even though this week I felt doggone tired but emotionally fine.
Check out the events of International Night tonight…