The Supernatural Anaesthetist

Ten dollars if you can name that reference WITHOUT using our dear friend Google.

And I feel as if this week has been conducted under the influence of one. I’ve had the hardest time I can remember getting back into the swing of school, classes, homework, etc., and have instead felt like a big, lethargic Slacker McSlackyPantsâ„¢. Work hasn’t been as much an issue, as I was working during Spring Break already, but academia is not overflowing with appeal at the moment.

Maybe it’s the annoying campaigners on campus that feel the need to bug you whenever you dare venture outside the lecture hall (I’m wearing headphones for a reason, thanks). Or perhaps it’s my brain’s way of rebelling for not getting to sleep in all of last week, which would have been preferable. But I believe the main factor is simply an advanced case of that dreaded disease that eventually affects even the most studious of students. It’s been creeping up on me for a while now, but the past week–in which my brain practically turned off for the duration–was impetus enough to kick it into overdrive.

Or maybe underdrive?

The weekend is now here, so hopefully I’ll be able to satisfy the latent desire to vegetate for the next few days and pick up the pace come Monday. Of course, I’m always a procrastinatory son of a bitch to some extent; I just know that the key is reaching that threshold necessary to distract those responsibilities breathing down your neck for just long enough to pass muster. And yes, I know that they’ll return eventually. Then the process begins again.

But I won’t worry about that until next week.

Posted on 04/04/08 at 4:35PM,