eriktrips

the Derridean metaphor and metonymy and the status of the infinite versus an infinite number of infinities kept me up last night.

this is the sort of thing that keeps me up. I owe $XXK in student loans? doesn't keep me up. my teeth are going to rot and fall out of my head if I don't get my ass to a dentist? doesn't keep me up. this is my eighth year in grad school and my welcome is about worn out? doesn't keep me up. I will likely live in government-subsidized housing when I am old? doesn't keep me up. high cholesterol? doesn't keep me up. lifelong depression? doesn't keep me up.

but so as a result I can only just barely think now and I have a whole day ahead of me in which to ponder metaphors and metonymies and infinities but really I want to go home and nap.

maybe I should.

two hour nap. still sleepy. don't feel like working. probably won't.

I think that's ok because I worked all day Sunday and all day Monday and from 7am to 11am today.

tomorrow much to do.

I'm so tired I think I'm going to crawl back up to bed presently. and just today I was telling M about how a one-hour nap usually freshens me right up. I'm too tired even to pick up my guitar. I'm so tired I can't come up with any decent witticisms about how tired I am.

perhaps while I am sleeping you all would want to start a pool to guess when I will drag myself out of bed tomorrow.

me I'm betting on 11:30am.