06/14/00 -- Goth F'angle Need Sleep Badly
Goth F'angle is about to Die
Anyway, enough of the Gauntlet references...
I do need sleep. I need a whole lot of it,
really badly. Up until 3am, alarm going off at 7am. I just
can't keep doing stuff like this to myself. I tried to get up when
the alarm went off so I could do the assignment Suzy gave to us yesterday,
so I could print out a copy of my story and give it one last read-through
before I dropped it in the box.
I couldn't. I got up. I got
dressed. I sat down in front of my computer. And I felt
nauseous from lack of sleep. So I went and laid down for an hour in
an attempt to get over it so I could haul myself to class. Made it
to class. Forgot the busted fan in my room (again), though.
I'll bring it down tomorrow morning.
Another awesome critiquing session that made me
feel (more than a little) inadequate. And afterwards, I had my first
experience in the Owen cafeteria. The food actually wasn't all that
bad. Maybe it's because I had the chicken sandwich from the
grill. It's kinda hard to screw up food on the grill. Suzy's
food, however, looked scary and made me glad I stuck with the grill, even
though I should've had something like broccoli.
I was going to nap after I got back from
class. But, exhausted as I was, I was too high strung to sleep.
Ugh. Guess that means more time for writing and catching up my
journal. The plan from here is to read and crit stories, do the
assignment (Oria gets to have an argument with TreeGirl -- and Suzy said
no killing each other off -- I don't know how this is going to work.
We're supposed to be creating tension, but I think the only tension I've
got right now is in my neck, shoulders and back. :/ ), then start on my
next story, the story I scribbled notes to myself about while I was
driving through Nebraska.
And go to sleep early. Before
2am. Before midnight. Heck, if I'm in bed by 10pm, I'm going
to be really psyched.
That's the plan, at any rate. We'll see how
closely reality mirrors that.
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So the nap did happen. I tried
to read all three stories, but I just couldn't keep my eyes open any
longer. I had to nap. I really had to nap. Damn, it felt
good.
Three hours later and I'm sane
again... for the most part. So I finished crits and went to dinner
at Chili's with Trey, Kelly, Jennifer and Buck. Buck is the
pun-master. I think he's got a pun for every occasion. Usually
a groaner... one that makes me want to run screaming. I love his
sense of humor. :)
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Realized I may have mucked up my address last
time I posted it... Forgot the wing on my room number, so here it is
again, in its (hopefully) correct glory:
Stacey Wenkel
W- 348 Owen Graduate Center
Michigan State University
East Lansing, MI 48825-1109