edenfalling | argh!

It is one in the morning, the heat is still off, and my new checkbooks are all messed up. They start at 101, and I've already used up through 147. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark, I tell you. (Or the state of England, since technically we've been doing Lear instead of Hamlet... or the state of Heaven, since now we've officially moved on to Paradise Lost. Oh, whatever.)

And my paper is being evil. And I need to watch the film again and write down Chaplin's speech at the end, since it has major thematic importance. And it's late and I'm tired and I don't have any proper breakfast food and will have to make do with yogurt tomorrow morning.

I think I should go to bed before I lose all coherence.