five ay-ehm ramblings
couldn't quite get myself to sleep this time. cor fucking blimey I'm feeling it now.
decided to spend most of my awake-hours in what was once last night finishing the latter two-thirds of Poems for the Lost, Because I'm Lost Too1 (and sending a few fun excerpts from that to a poetically-inclined friend of mine), finally starting Count Zero,2 scrolling through Tumblr on my phone, and recommending that a book club channel be added to a server I'm in specifically so I can flex my meager library and book-knowledge like some kind of deeply insecure floundering pseudo-intellectual for The Bit (because I think it's funny). I did try a few times to will myself unconscious, but that didn't seem to work those times I did try, so instead on that last one I opted to snag my laptop and knock out a paragraph or two to pass the time. (hey, that's what I'm doing right now!)
I do understand why, though. soon enough (approximately a couple hours) this short break'll be over, and I'll be headed back north, back to the land of uncomfortable twin-XL beds and questionable eating habits, to spend two weeks ramming my head against the wall in a vain attempt to keep my shit volumetrically-compressed enough to make it through the dreaded Finals Presentation for my literature class. soon enough I'll be trying to wrangle what's left of my few remaining functional neurons to bash out a presentation on some readings that were actually quite interesting but were presented so haphazardly I left most lectures not knowing what the hell any of it meant, electing to partake in the not-so-forbidden art of Defending A Very Unsound Thesis and probably failing miserably, and watching as my entire group probably does the exact same as I, since we've all been basically zero-contact with each other and rotating in and out of attendance in this last portion of the Autumn Quarter.
welp. as they say, somewhere probably: fornicate, slam dunk. or something vaguely along those lines.
Goodreads link here, fantastic book of poetry from Exurb1a, aka my favorite intensely-existential and probably horribly depressed tortoise on the internet. Would also recommend The Fifth Science, if you're into his style of writing and also science-fiction short story anthologies.↩
also on Goodreads, I've read Neuromancer already and that easily cemented William Gibson as one of my favorite authors so I thought I'd pick up the next entry in the Sprawl trilogy.↩