not-quite-summertime and the living is strange and scary

[wisdomeagle]

I went to bed at around seven o'clock last night. I woke up this morning at eight, of my own volition. I'm still tired and groggy, and my head hurts. I think I'll have to 'fess up: I'm suffering from withdrawal. That massive caffeine intake while writing my term paper is still kicking me. I'm going to have to trek down to Coffee on the Corner, or possibly see if the post office will make change for a five. Anyhow, must find myself some caffeine, as headache is not much fun, and withdrawal sucks.

I've been hanging around with the seniors, because no one else is still here. It's weird. I'm actually almost glad I'll be at graduation--it'll ready me for there being no upperclassmen next year. Just us. We will be the seniors, and it's not that far away. Just one more year until my own graduation.

It's official: Judi Dench is going to be at graduation! She's not the speaker; she's just conferring hoods to the Master's graduates. Dame. Judi. Dench. *mad fangirlish squeeing*

I got my May Term grade: it's an A. The prof said that my presentation was articulate and focused, which amuses me since it was given on one and a half hours of sleep! But hey, he said it was good.

So, sleeping at odd hours, attempting to catch up on ALL the sleep I missed in the past several days weeks months. And I need to find me some caffeine.

Girlfriendness is T-3 days and 10 hours.