So, so sleepy

You know that sinking feeling, where everything starts to feel heavy and the best your mental faculties can do is conjure up oddly coloured Celestial Seasoning Tea tableaux in place of actual thoughts? I'm trying to do a little more thesis work before bed and all I can think about are bears in stocking caps nodding into their chamomile. It's interesting, but not useful theoretically. I think I will call it quits after all.

The big plan is to get up early (5:30am?), rustle some tea and work like a demon until I have to leave for an X-Ray, a seminar on Walter Benjamin (oh, purrr!) and a three hour training session for my new job. I want to be done this chapter before I leave at 11am, because I want to walk into the seminar, greet my peers and advisors and hit them with my best cheshire grin of accomplishment.