Cathryn

THE FOLLOWING IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT.

DISCREET: Subtle, careful, under the radar. She discreetly pushed her bra strap back under her shirt. (Is it possible to do this discreetly? I haven't figured out how. But I digress.)

DISCRETE: Separate and individual. I will steal Merriam-Webster's example because I have way less practice using this in a sentence: There are several discrete sections to this vast medical complex, including a college of pharmacology and a research center.

If you need a trick to remember it, try thinking of the E's in "discrete" being two discrete units, separated as they are by the T.

Please. Stop making this mistake. It's almost as bad as loose/lose, and it is damn embarrassing to see when I know for a fact that the person doing it is too smart to get tripped up by homonyms HOMOPHONES see I'm not perfect either, nothing wrong with that.

That is all.

Today I attended an author's reading of an excerpt from his book, because I am required to write a couple of analyses of readings for my Oral Interpretation class. I feel that the following description of his own character is all you need to know to understand this experience.

"The most compassionate person in literature as I know it."

Also he went just long enough in the Q&A after for me to run to the corner just in time to watch the bus go by and have to wait an hour for the next.

It's a shame that his actual reading was good, because it means I won't get to tear him apart properly in my essay.

Windbag.

Wow, Supernatural! That was really impressive!

( Spoilers! And sarcasm. )

Ugh. I can't believe this is what I decided to make one of my increasingly-sporadic posts about. I'm going to bed.

Okay, so, just FYI for people: my modem has decided that it doesn't have to work, or my connection has, or something, and right now I'm leeching off a very unreliable network that is bizarrely strong at the moment, but that probably won't last. So, in the event that I'm not around, that would be why.

There is the possibility of getting a new modem, if I can find a ride to the center. Otherwise, there's a technician scheduled to come out on Wednesday. I guess I better clean my room. (Easier said than done.)

If this interferes with my getting hold of Doctor Who tomorrow, I will cry. Real tears.

The last time I had to have a technician come out, it turned out that my connection had somehow been severed. That was special.

This is the worst timing ever, you guys, I'm just starting on a month with not a whole lot going on; I've finished the Kubrick class and my next class starts in July. And I don't have a job. And I'm superbroke while I wait for some money I'm supposed to be getting on Monday. So. HRRRRRGH.

I do have about five million books I haven't read, though. So there is that.

ANYWAY. If I all but disappear for the next few days, that would be why.

Aaaand then I didn't post for a week and a half, oops.

In honor of tonight's Supernatural finale, I'm going to make an effort to pull together some of the thoughts I've been having this season - for the last season and a half, really - and finish by trying to justify why I still watch this show.

( cut for: your friends list, spoilers for seasons four and five, and negativity. If you don't want to read negative thoughts on the show hours before the season finale, I recommend not clicking. )

(And if you disagree with every single thing I have just said, I think we can still find common ground with this question: What the fuck are they going to do for season six?!)

So I tried going off the Ambien last night; as I expected, I didn't sleep.

( Cut for people sick of hearing about my insomnia. I know I am! )

My major problem right this second is that it is now nine AM and I have an entire day to get through before I can Ambien up and go back to bed. At least it's a day with Doctor Who in it.

Also: could I use a few more semi-colons in this post?

Insomnia continues. I'd guess I've had about ten hours sleep in the last three days, and for well over twenty-four hours now I've felt - I don't know how to describe it. Like I drank too much coffee, or like I'm a few minutes away from throwing up. That shivery ants-under-your-skin feeling. It just won't go away and it's keeping me awake more than anything else. I thought initially that it was caused by the NyQuil I took a couple nights ago, but surely that's long since out of my system.

I'm kinda freaked out by it at this point, though. I've never before had insomnia this bad, so I haven't got any prior experience. Is this feeling normal? Is something wrong? It's keeping me awake more than anything else at this point, and I just don't know what to do. I'm going to hit the student health center on campus tomorrow to see if they can help me out with anything. I don't know how much longer I can even function if I don't get some real sleep soon.

In the meantime, though, reassurances from insomniacs on the flist that I'm not dying or something would be much appreciated. I'm gonna go back to bed, but I expect I'll be checking my e-mail again before long.

Oh, internets.



I'm glad I thought to get a screenshot; as I'm sure you can imagine, that didn't stay up for long.

Today I had two classes, Medieval Popular Culture and Historical Construction of Sexuality.

Each of my professors took the opportunity to discuss Jesus's foreskin.

I don't even know, you guys.

Ways to tell I am tired and sick:

( Major spoilers for Dollhouse. )

But ugh I feel like such crap, I think I'm coming down with what's been taking people out left and right at work. Which, since I just gave my notice (fuck you controlling manager I am done with your shit HAHAHAHA), is really fucking terrific.

I had best be better by Tuesday, when classes start.