Week nine jibberish

I am once again joyous. Early this afternoon, I gave my presentation on Pretty Woman. BANG! Another piece down, thank God.

Now only a 2000 word essay stands in my way. I have aprroximately 36 hours in which to write it, deadline of 4pm on Thursday. Can I do it? Probably. Will I suffer at the hands of sleep deprivation again? Probably.

ARGH.

This post probably makes little, or no, sense. The more academic work I am forced to do, the less capable my brain becomes when it comes to simple tasks such as forming a sentence, or navigating around Sainsburys. I could draw a graph about it, charting the change. Instead, I'll do us all a favour and go to bed now.

Zzz.