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the usual procrastination panic
It is so fucking cold in my apartment.
And I've been up all night because I am SO INEFFICIENT.
I'm writing about cyborgs and posthumanism and feminism, of course. And tentacle sex. THIS IS ACADEMIC STUFF, MAN.
I have to give a brief presentation on it in, ooh two hours and 45 minutes. It's just a ten minute reading on a panel -- not a big deal. My problem is cutting this stuff down. (And putting it into sentences and paragraphs that flow together and form a cohesive, coherent whole... But that's how it always goes when you start things 12 hours before they're due.)
Why am I on LJ???
And I've been up all night because I am SO INEFFICIENT.
I'm writing about cyborgs and posthumanism and feminism, of course. And tentacle sex. THIS IS ACADEMIC STUFF, MAN.
I have to give a brief presentation on it in, ooh two hours and 45 minutes. It's just a ten minute reading on a panel -- not a big deal. My problem is cutting this stuff down. (And putting it into sentences and paragraphs that flow together and form a cohesive, coherent whole... But that's how it always goes when you start things 12 hours before they're due.)
Why am I on LJ???
no subject
I wrote my last presentation 3hours before I gave it and started the last 3assignments that I've handed in less than 12hours before they were due.
it's bizarrely comforting to know that some things don't change all that much.