Went to bed at 2:30 this morning, took a three hour nap (b/c any longer than that, and I will NOT be waken easily), and made coffee dark and early this morning. In fact, made the coffee so strong, my mom is now brewing a fresh pot. SO, grin of evil grins, i have a whole pot of incredibly bitter coffee to myself this morning!
Kwik Note --> Why was Yun Gee up so late? Because of the Evil Term Paper of Doom, silly! But, i have seven to eight pages of straight single-spaced notes to work with now, it's all nice and neat and typed and no longer on those annoying as a pogo stick notecards. And awake as i may be (coffee!!), i still mourn my loss of deep REM sleep. About now, i would normally be cursing Flannery O'Connor to her own well-written version of hell, but... i happen to like my topic ^_^. Lucky for me. I mean, really, how often do you get to write about the correlations between grace (the theological kind) and violence? The sacred and the profane, where divine holiness is not that much more reassuring than the demonic? And we all know how much Yun Gee loves this kinda thing. (Angel Sanctuary, wheee!!)
Note # 2 --> Little sleep makes Yun Gee see funny things. For some reason, woke up thinking about nothing in particular other than my immediate list of things to do, soon ended up vaguely thinking about Dreamcatcher and somehow consequently thinking about Signs. So, i go o make the coffee, and headed back to the bathroom, make note of the faint little sliver of light on the wall projected through the crack in the top of the not-quite-closed bathroom door, *open* the door and for some reason expect to find one of the aliens from Signs sitting on the (closed) toilet.
If you haven't seen/read Dreamcatcher, don't ask. Anyone else, don't ask either.
So, it's a *finally* bright and happy morning. Well, ok, it's a dimly lit mood-yet-to-be-determined morning. Curse these trees, there's too many for me to see the sunrise.
~_~
BLAH.
Kwik Note --> Why was Yun Gee up so late? Because of the Evil Term Paper of Doom, silly! But, i have seven to eight pages of straight single-spaced notes to work with now, it's all nice and neat and typed and no longer on those annoying as a pogo stick notecards. And awake as i may be (coffee!!), i still mourn my loss of deep REM sleep. About now, i would normally be cursing Flannery O'Connor to her own well-written version of hell, but... i happen to like my topic ^_^. Lucky for me. I mean, really, how often do you get to write about the correlations between grace (the theological kind) and violence? The sacred and the profane, where divine holiness is not that much more reassuring than the demonic? And we all know how much Yun Gee loves this kinda thing. (Angel Sanctuary, wheee!!)
Note # 2 --> Little sleep makes Yun Gee see funny things. For some reason, woke up thinking about nothing in particular other than my immediate list of things to do, soon ended up vaguely thinking about Dreamcatcher and somehow consequently thinking about Signs. So, i go o make the coffee, and headed back to the bathroom, make note of the faint little sliver of light on the wall projected through the crack in the top of the not-quite-closed bathroom door, *open* the door and for some reason expect to find one of the aliens from Signs sitting on the (closed) toilet.
If you haven't seen/read Dreamcatcher, don't ask. Anyone else, don't ask either.
So, it's a *finally* bright and happy morning. Well, ok, it's a dimly lit mood-yet-to-be-determined morning. Curse these trees, there's too many for me to see the sunrise.
~_~
BLAH.
posted by Deborah at 5:41:00 AM
