The Dream of Reason Breeds Monsters

[catscradle]

I was so far beyond simple fatigue that I had become nicely adjusted to the feeling of permanent hysteria. --Hunter S. Thompson

Oh yes, yes. That's it. Yes. Ever hear your own voice in your head screaming as you do something incredibly stupid, "Jesus Christ, what the hell are you doing?" I blame lack of sleep. But then, why is it the voice in my head is not connecting to my actions? Someone up there knows this is wrong. Perhaps this is Descartes's ghost in the machine. After all, he was never able to prove that action from a distance thing. Or was that Newton?

I don't know.

I've looked up to see if my prof posted my grade yet for the incomplete I finished back in spring quarter and she hasn't. So I'm sending off a little letter that might be better sent in the time when I've had more than 3 hours sleep. I'm miffed. It was very important to her that I turn it in on a specific date last May, and she's not even read it yet. It will be okay, in civilian life we're friends. But in the world of academics it's always Us against Them. Until we get our degrees, then Us becomes Them.

I'm just sending her a little push to expidite that a bit.