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We have some manner of freaky bird living around here. Every night for the last few nights I've heard it, sort of a squeaky, fast-paced shriek as it flies over or whatever the hell it's doing. It's kind of annoying but more so because I don't know what it is. I've only heard it recently so maybe it's migratory or it hasn't long moved in. Hmm.

Another random question in the midst of my stress: would In His Absence work as original if I changed the names and possibly places to non-specific? it'd save me having to completely overhaul this other piece and give me some nice leeway with the wordcount. Oh god please let me do that. I don't have time to rewrite properly.

Starting the essay soon, thank whatever deity you believe in. Though, it's annoying that my laptop is picking up a wireless network (I think it's the one from the food court which I can see from my window) but I haven't got the network key to use it. It'd save me having to unplug internet cables to send things from the laptop to the main computer which isn't hard it's just... eh.

Gotta keep writing. >_< In some alternate reality, I may just get this finished on time. Or close enough. Maybe.

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Hey I know I've been totally self-absorbed lately and might've missed something but anyone heard from greeniebach in the last day or so? :-/

Clinging to wakefulness by the tips of my fingers.

Okay, so one portfolio is finished apart from the essay. And reading through but oh god, screw that. As long as I hand the damn thing in at this point I couldn't care less. I do have a story to finish off after the essay which might not end up so shiny with sleep deprivation but tweaking In His Absence may give me the bit of extra time I need.

Holy smeg, I've been working on this for too long. None-too-seriously all of Wednesday and then solid right through Thursday from about half nine until now, with the odd half an hour break here and there. And I spent most of *those* feeling guilty about not working. I've worked harder on my creative writing in the last two days tha I have in the entire last two terms. Put *together*.

And I'm still not done. It's definitely time to break out the coffee.

edit: In the war of Clo vs Daddy-Long Legs insecty things, the score stands at 2:0. Possibly 1 and a half: 0 because I might've woken half the flat with my shriek when the one I just had to squish divebombed me. Thankfully the nearest paper I grabbed to squish it was the creative writing I'd already critiqued and it didn't matter than it got bug on it. Ewewew. I hate the critters. Not like wasps, which I hate on the basis of them being pure, malicious evil but on the creepy, skin-crawling level. Ick.

Need to not fall asleep writing this essay. *deep breath* Here goes.

edit: Almost on a thousand words already. Hee at my awesomeness. Okay, given that it is talking ALL ABOUT ME I should be an expert on the topic but I'm also trying to quote things because they say you should and "This made me a better writer because..." Only I can't quote any of the tennis slash I wrote not that it was a lot over the last year which makes me sad, because it's that which makes me develop as a writer, not my uni course. Though that has just given me the idea of quoting something by seperis since she is my style guru and they said they do like evidence of outside reading. Hmmm. I like that plan.

More depressing is that the moon set while I've been writing. I've been watching it all nigth and then I blink and it's gone and it's morning, hello birds outside my window.

Okay, if I can waffle for a 1,000 words on a short story course I didn't pay any attention to, I can do it for another 1,000 words on a poetry one I at least *tried* for. If that takes me an hour and then I finish story, another hour, rewrite In his Absence say that'll be done by about seven am, write the last 500 words of critique and read over everything, then walk up about nineish to hand it all in... I can do this. Sure I can. Um.

Lying on my bed to type is so not good for my ribs. Ow.

It's good to be a lunatic.

Well that would be the essay done, aside from proofreading which like I said before is getting thrown aside in favour of simply getting everything done on time. It's now completely light outside and it's weird. I haven't stayed up all night in ages. Doing pretty well too, though I'm in that hazy fuzz of tiredness now. It feels like running a marathon and counting the miles; critiques, three miles, one story, one mile, essay, two miles. It's driving me just a little crazy but I'm down to the last three or four miles now. I'm trying to decide whether risking an hour nap is worth it. As long as I don't oversleep...

Just get this one portfolio completely done first and then maybe I'll nap. Getting to the point of ridiculousness now.

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Dude! I've just seen the bird that makes the weird noises divebombing a crow right outside my window and I think it's a buzzard. Not like one I've seen before though; I got a pretty good look at it and it's definitely more black than brown and completely white underneath. Kind of like this. I think there might be a pair of them nesting in the trees down the carpark and across the road because I swear I saw another one flying in beside the one I saw up close.

Dude, that was so cool. It was literally *right* outside my window. Hopefully they'll stick around for the summer.

edit: Also I've given up on the idea of sleeping. I'm just doing the contents page for the first completed portfolio and then the final tying-up of unfinishness and loose ends begins on the other one. I'm nowhere near happy with the quality of what I'm actually submitting but that point is that I'm actually submitting and exactly what they asked for to the word (assuming the unfinished portfolio turns out okay). This is an improvement over six hours ago and even more of an improvement over twelve hours ago.

I think the birds have gone crazy. There's now a swift chasing off a magpie. Spring madness.

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After being awake for around twenty eight hours straight, I slept for about five this afternoon but I'm still fuzzy. I might go make dinner and collapse in front of a DVD for while because my brain is working not at all. But I got everything finished and handed in on time and while it's probably gone disastrously wrong and oh god I submitted a slightly rewritten In His Absence, am I insane?

Can't think about it anymore because I may drive myself crazy. Just the one exam to go now and that's a week and a half away so I'm taking a weekend off. Only, I've bene working so solid for the last couple of days that I haven't readjusted back to not working yet and keep feeling inexplicably guilty about not working. Stupid brain.

wolves8 tells me that the shops in town have their England football stuff everywhere already. Am considering retaliation with an anti-football t-shirt but also considering the possiblity of it getting me arrested. Welcome to my country.