Inspired by the tiny but well-formed droplets of beautiful writing at 55 Words I’ve been writing some short stories myself, namely, 35 words. That isn’t intended as any sort of one-upmanship, it’s just that the first one I wrote was 35 words and I ran with that. I don’t think I will post them here because I feel like 35 words is too short for a post, and I wouldn’t want to post them together as that would imply a connectedness that didn’t exist. I like writing small things because it's easier to get down a sentence or two without tearing it apart in my head over and over.
So the normal state of affairs is for me to post when I should be doing something else. Right now I should be preparing a 10 minute oral on the a) methods and results, and b) validity of the methods and results, of a relatively complex study. I need to do this tonight because tomorrow I’m going to Ray’s, in order to combine it with his half in a PowerPoint slide show (If it were up to me I’d rather just stand and gesticulate wildly but the lecturer wants PowerPoint). After presenting that on Monday, I then must prepare another 10 minute oral, this time part of a debate, before Wednesday, when I have to rehearse it with my fellow debaters. Suffice to say I haven’t done any work on either.
I feel really fatigued, at the moment. When you’ve been up for a while and you aren’t drowsy but your body is going “…it’s time to sleep, ok?” or when you play a game or read a book for too long and are zoned out and a little dizzy. It can’t really be because I’m tired though because it’s been around for much of the day. Right now, I would really just like to curl up in a ball and be embraced by darkness.
Peace.
