middle of the fucking night

...and i'm sitting here thinking deeply about aristotle. how did i get so wrapped up in this paper? i guess it's an illustration of the disgusting pull of television--really, though, the documentary we watched about managed care this week made me feel (though emily clough said it first) like i'd been run over by a truck. in any case, i passed 1500 (the assigned word number) some time this afternoon; i'd been promising myself it wouldn't get longer than 2500. now, just starting my conclusion, i'm aiming for under 3000. sigh.

but hey, maybe the sun will come up and i'll still be here to see it. that would be cool.

oh, and seminar dinner was huge and fabulous. hurray for us!