Snoqualmie

I worry sometimes.

I'm trying like the proverbial dickens to stay awake and mentally functional while I finish my research paper for Anthropology of Food. I don't have far to go -- a few sentences of conclusion, sticking in a few references to course readings -- but the parts that I have to do are unfortunately the parts that require a certain amount of cognizance. I'm not sure such cognizance has been working for me for much of today due to my poor sleeping record over the last two days, but I can tell you with certainty that it isn't working now. I look down for a moment at my master chart of survey responses and find that my eyes have closed without my permission, and I'm using all sorts of methods to discourage this ocular mutiny. There's the tea method, the standing up and stretching method, the standing up and running around in circles method, the doing laps of the stairs method, the doing laps of the block method, the eating popcorn method, and many others.

None of them hold a candle, though, to the Listen To "Show Me How To Live" By Audioslave And Headbang Around The Room method. On the one hand, the music is loud and angry and should fill me with overly aggressive energy. On the other, my head is more susceptible to being swung around to the music on account of being heavy with sleep, and on the same account I can't find it in me to worry about how dumb it looks. So I'm stumbling around my ridiculously opulent room (heavily redecorated this weekend for a room-to-room party, now sporting hanging drapery on every wall and a suspiciously large number of cushions), visible through my red lace curtain to passersby in the hallway as I fling my brain from side to side and mouth words I could never summon the glottal fry to sing correctly.

Chris Cornell would never fall asleep writing a paper. He'd kick that paper's weak ass, is what he'd do. And drain this bottle of Jack Daniels that got left on my desk on Saturday, and wake up at 10 and go and turn that fucker in with greasy hair and whiskey breath. I can't see anything wrong with this plan from where I'm sitting, so I'm just going to go ahead with it.