hmpf

Get up early Sunday afternoon (you all know my biorhythm is screwed); sit down to work on uni paper I've been reading for for four weeks. Try to work despite writer's block until nine a.m. the next morning. (Yes. Non-stop.) Write three pages, hit an even worse block. Sleep three or four hours. Get up and sit down for work again. Write two more pages in 12 hours. Eat only bread and the Saddest Soup in the World (yesterday's near-burnt rice, old frozen peas, instant broth). Drink tea tea tea (black). Curse water kettle which chooses just this night to break.

Five hours till I have to leave for uni.

Seven pages to write yet.

Nineteen hours till I can go to bed again.

Still no f***ing clue what to write.

Frelling hands are shaking.