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Sep. 28th, 2004 06:39 amGrr, argh.
I got 6 hours and 15 minutes of sleep last night. 6 hours and 15 mintues! I stayed up way too late chatting with some friends, and when I realized it was midnight, I wandered off to bed. And was waylaid on the way there by the Mad-Eye Moody muse, who, being fictional, does not require sleep.
I, unfortunatly, do, and if I'm a night owl, I'm also an 8 hours of sleep or more kind of person. Really. So while I'm glad for the inspiration, one is also very tempted to kick the muse really, really hard. I tried to yell at him last night, ask if we couldn't perhaps reschedule this writing session for, oh, I don't know, this morning, when I have extra time. I swear to you guys he actually yelled at me about doing my homework. I think flabbergasted is the only word that works here.
So yeah, I wrote that stuff down, but I really think it's time to have that chat with the muses again. You know, the one where I remind them I'm a student, I need my sleep because I've got to go to class no matter how tired I am. Also, I only have two days a week when I really, really need to get to bed at a reasonable hour, and couldn't they do their nocturnal ramblings on some other evening?
I swear, I feel like Merrick from the Buffy movie. Yes, that really campy horrible one we all love. "None of the other girls ever gave me this much trouble." ("And where are they now? Hello.") I mean, really- none of the otoher muses ever gave me this much trouble.
But yes, damnit, it was worth staying up to write it. Just don't tell him I said so, or I'll never sleep again.
Right. School. (And yes, homework before class. Promise.)
I got 6 hours and 15 minutes of sleep last night. 6 hours and 15 mintues! I stayed up way too late chatting with some friends, and when I realized it was midnight, I wandered off to bed. And was waylaid on the way there by the Mad-Eye Moody muse, who, being fictional, does not require sleep.
I, unfortunatly, do, and if I'm a night owl, I'm also an 8 hours of sleep or more kind of person. Really. So while I'm glad for the inspiration, one is also very tempted to kick the muse really, really hard. I tried to yell at him last night, ask if we couldn't perhaps reschedule this writing session for, oh, I don't know, this morning, when I have extra time. I swear to you guys he actually yelled at me about doing my homework. I think flabbergasted is the only word that works here.
So yeah, I wrote that stuff down, but I really think it's time to have that chat with the muses again. You know, the one where I remind them I'm a student, I need my sleep because I've got to go to class no matter how tired I am. Also, I only have two days a week when I really, really need to get to bed at a reasonable hour, and couldn't they do their nocturnal ramblings on some other evening?
I swear, I feel like Merrick from the Buffy movie. Yes, that really campy horrible one we all love. "None of the other girls ever gave me this much trouble." ("And where are they now? Hello.") I mean, really- none of the otoher muses ever gave me this much trouble.
But yes, damnit, it was worth staying up to write it. Just don't tell him I said so, or I'll never sleep again.
Right. School. (And yes, homework before class. Promise.)
