Okay, I got a couple hours’ sleep and I’m feeling much better about the world. My paper is going smoothly, I figured out how to import my data into Excel and make a histogram graph (tonight marks the first time I even opened the program), I can actually read full sentences again, and I might actually have time to feed myself lunch today! I’m wearing my “My Universe is Pain and Emptiness” shirt to cock a snook at the world.

I’ll just head for the animation lab as soon as my exam is over, animate my little tush off, re-time stuff in AfterEffects while the last two shots are rendering, put it all together, export for DV and for web (one so I don’t fail and the other so you guys can enjoy the reason I have bags under my eyes manufactured by Zero Halliburton), pray that it’ll be small enough to FTP to myself, burn to CD, turn in, then pack like a madwoman.

As for packing, I think it’s going to go relatively quickly. Ko is long gone, so I don’t have to worry about mixing up our stuff, and I have the entire room to lay out all my posessions into “ship”, “store”, and “sgo in my bags I bring with me to the airport” heaps.

One more all-nighter cannot kill me, and will instead make me stronger. That is, unless I zone out at the airport tomorrow and get run over by a trolley. I can sleep on the airplane. Last Wednesday’s episode of “Lost” can wait, as I learned from past experience that watching “Lost” while on a plane is a terrible idea. When I was coming home for Christmas holidays, I tried watching the pilot, and the INSTANT the plane on TV experienced its first lurch of the inevitable crash, my plane started experiencing turbulence. I have experienced few things in my humble 20 years I found freakier. And I just used the word “experienced” three times, but I am past the point of caring. My inner thesaurus is already on summer break, and soon I will be, too.