A retreat (OR: Yet anoter late night movie has me posturing)

It's quarter after 11 and I've barely been awake two hours and I'm already a wreck. I stayed up and finally watched Network like I've been meaning to do for ages. It's another one of those movies that gets me in a tizzy and rambling and monologuing in the car. I've got a whitehead an inch off of my left eye that makes me look like a Bond villain. The Mac I'm using in the computer lab can't even handle a simple blogger text window without screwing up the formatting, leaving ghost text when I delete stuff - it took me a good minute and a half to write the word villain in that last sentence.

No, I'm running on four hours sleep and a Red Bull, something I've not done for almost three months. I'm now fighting to fall apart like I did in the spring. I've kept up with the running thing for three days now, I guess that's good news. But I've picked up a few new bad habits with it, and those are probably setting me back. Alas. I came to the conclusion that while I'm still brurning to be a journalist or a broadcaster or something tangible, I am tired of being a student. It's a drag. And in college, you don't have homework, you study. I studied and studied, and it never really is done. You go until you are ready or until you take the test, whichever comes first (almost uniformly the latter). It's a rat race and it's only for the sake of getting somewhere else that I'm willing to put up with it.

I really need to sleep more often.

I have work tonight and if there is the midnight show for Speed Racer that everyone's saying there will be, I'll personally go in a deliver a swift slap to the back of the head of anyone in the theater. Gah.

By the way, this was intended for elsewhere on the internets, but seeing as the blog I set up to move to was marked as spam and is under review...here we are.

New blog coming soon.