nonsense

I'm soooooooo tired right now. I can barely keep my eyes open. My professor called me out in front of my class and said, "Hey, you look tired." I really want to go home, but I feel like I should go to tax. Maybe I'll luck out and my prof will be sick again. How nice that would be.

I pull way too many all nighters to get writing assignments done, and now it's making me wonder if I'm cut out to be a lawyer. If I could do whatever I wanted (aside from being a rock star or just a really hip radio DJ), I'd be a kickass litigator. I enjoy twisting law and facts to make arguments, and I like writing them down in a simple yet sophisticated form as well. But it takes so much out of me to get to that point, and since I have stunted time management skills, sometimes I don't even get that far. I'm realizing that I have a Platonian ideal of what my writing should be. But it rarely ever reaches that point. I tinker (not tweaker!) and tinker, and nothing seems right. So I work straight up to deadline when all really I needed to do was put the paper down three drafts ago. I apologize for my nonsensical ramblings. Besides pulling the all-nighter last night, I had a two-day writing marathon to finish a directed research paper last week as well. I didn't stay up all night for that, but I might as well have, considering that it took me almost 24 hours after I submitted my paper to get back to normal. Maybe I just never got back to normal. That could explain why I feel like my body is melting right now -- melting like the Wicked Witch of the East!