wow. good thing i was determined to be finished at midnight and all that. Twelve hours later... this is like first-born-child labour or something [can almost hear my mother scoffing at my cushy idea of labour. "narcissa! are you comparing staying up all night IN LABOUR to staying up all night TYPING?!?" i guess labour's harder. eek. do not want to think of that right now]

CBC radio informs me that most of Nova Scotia will get 15-20cm of snow today. In fact, Cape Breton's got blizzards and half the province is already closed for the day. Except for Halifax. We're going to get 15-20cm.

of rain.

bah.

i just hit 'send' and the paper is gone. I will never read it again, because i'm not quite sure what i wrote over the last few hours - they're just one blur of bleary-eyed typing.

i will leave you with the words of neil young and crazy horse, since they've kept me going since 7:

my my hey hey
rock and roll is here to stay
it's better to burn out
than to fade away
my my hey hey

9:37 a.m. -

still awake. i'm listening to the Weakerthans and i'm really fucking cranky because someone has tickets to go see them and it is not me.

5:52 a.m. -

Still here. Typing away. Rhythmic thumping noises from the next room have stopped, which is good.

Not so good: the rhythmic thumping now located in my left temple.

4:13 a.m. -

oh jesus, what kind of day am i having?

i'm working from home now.

and.

i can hear my roommate. having. sex.

2:05 a.m. -

also, you know what sucks? when you:

- go into fifty-minute coughing spasms if you don't take a sip of tea every thirty-three seconds

- consequently have to pee All The Time.

- and peeing requires visiting this Bathroom of Hell.

- page 5 of 10. I've finally learned to Work Smart Not Hard. Or i'm writing tripe and no longer care. Either way, i'm halfway there.

woo!

11:07 p.m. -

oh, very bad news. in addition to the New Roomie, I am sick sick sick. I'm back to being that coughing mucous-bag in the computer lab.

Today i lost my voice in a presentation to 150 people. They had to bring me a microphone to finish the talk, and I ended up sounding like a phone sex operator gone terribly wrong.

I am on page 3 of 10 and i am determined to be out of here by midnight. Please send positive brainwaves in an easterly direction.

9:37 p.m. - 2002-12-02