I'm in between classes dropping my laptop back off at the apartment. I just delivered my Avant-Garde conference paper and it went okay, though I rambled a bit during the question period as per usual. That class is over with, Tragedy is done. Biography and Race and Cinema are soon to follow. I have to print out my bio paper and head back to campus. No rest for the weary.

Literally. No rest. I was up late working on the paper and had three hours of sleep total. And I couldn't have a coffee this morning because my stomach was still wonky from the pizza. I should plan meals like that better.

Onward ho.

Damn it, I'm falling back into my old sleeping pattern. I need to discipline myself more. If I had a coffee machine, I wouldn't have a problem. I would get out of bed at 9, jolt my system awake with caffeine and then sail until the end of the day. That's how I got through all of those early 8 AM shifts at Chapters. If my room was attached to a Starbucks I'd be set. Clearly, what I need is a drug dependency.

I finished my Avant-Garde work yesterday. Today I'm working on my Tragedy homework and taking some time out to watch Nanook of the North. I also need to buy a new black print cartridge.

This is my first official all-nighter of the school year, and my first in quite some time otherwise. The final word count on my Death in Venice essay is 4780 words, adding up to just over 14 pages in length. I also have my material ready for a Bibliography presentation I have to give in three hours or so (barring the photocopies I have to make at Robarts first).

The shitty part about this is that I'm not going to be home for another 11 hours.

I spent the day working on the essay in chunks, watching box sets and The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (Lee Marvin is always drunk and violent). At one point I took a nap because I knew I'd be up late.

Pray that coffee is readily available for me today.