7.19pm

I haven't slept in 26 hours and the last I ate was about a handful of uncooked cookie dough at around five in the morning, unless one counts the three cups of coffee I had at around nine. On a positive note for my ability to resist the urge to sleep through most of my days and all of my responsibilities, I finished a ten page research paper on the diplomatic action Britain could have taken to prevent WWII; got a paycheck and paid all my bills and a chunk of my credit cards; wrote some emails and made some calls which got people moving on a project which my boss has been neglecting for over a month while whining about not knowing what to do about it, and hinting that I come up with something; when I got done with all that, I opted to relax not by taking a nap, but by taking a bubble bath and reading the rest of Animal Farm, which I strangely was never compelled to read in high school or before, and then I went out into the newly crisp autumn air and took a flashcard full of pictures of the trees and leaves and sky.

(The night pic is just me checking out how well I could take pictures of rainy dark roads without changing too many settings; the sleeping nicholas ones are a result of the combination of him looking cute and innocent and me being deadly bored of writing my paper at about two or three am.)

And now I'm writing! There are two parties tonight which I have yearning to attend, and I'm not quite certain how possible it is going to be. Both shall have many fun people in attendance, and hopefully not too many dummies. I'm contemplating costume decisions presently, but I believe that if I just go all out on the cute meter, it'll be almost as good as a costume. Due to the fact that I am quite permanently attached to my digital camera, I expect, if I can make it through the night, there will be at least some photographic evidence of the night to come. [edited to add]

I'm off to look for fuel in the form of caloric intake. Have great weekends, kiddies!