My rusty writing skills and the song of Alanis

Thursday 2:00pm: I am cramming another paper due 5:30pm. I have not written anything really technical the past couple of years, and it shows. Approaching the 24 hour sleepless mark and only a blank Word document to show for it. Plus flourescent green stabilo marks on my hands and a much abused hand-out. Sorely tempted to cut class and sleep…the bed is just inches from the computer.  In the middle of wallowing in Grice’s maxims and the intricacies of non-Face Threatening Acts, other thougts keep popping into my head.
 
What thoughts? Gaaaah. I’ve alread used up my weekly quota of words into free rice and  school stuff already.

Aha! A song heard earlier in the bus plays in my head…and seems to echo my pesky, hard to pin down musings:

I’m broke but I’m happy
I’m poor but I’m kind (no to both)
I’m short but I’m healthy, yeah
I’m high but I’m grounded
I’m sane but I’m overwhelmed (yeah!)
I’m lost but I’m hopeful baby (definitely)

What it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be fine fine fine
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five

I feel drunk but I’m sober (the effect of sleeplessness is like consuming alcohol)
I’m young and I’m underpaid (not anymore)
I’m tired but I’m working, yeah (sigh)
I care but I’m worthless 
I’m here but I’m really gone (mentally absent)
I’m wrong and I’m sorry baby

What it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be quite alright
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette (holding a coffee cup)

What it all comes down to
Is that I haven’t got it all figured out just yet (who has?)
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign

I’m free but I’m focused (i wish…)
I’m green but I’m wise
I’m shy but I’m friendly baby (haha! i’m never shy)
I’m sad but I’m laughing
I’m brave but I’m chicken shit
I’m sick but I’m pretty baby (of course)

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one’s really got it figured out just yet
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano (frustration)

What it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything’s just fine fine fine
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxicab… (i want to go home…)

When words are not enough, use song lyrics.

And I really have abandon my tendency to work hard and instead learn how to work smart. I got this in response to a text whining about my lack of slumber:

“It is vain for you to rise up early, To retire late, To eat the bread of painful labors; For He gives to His beloved even in his sleep..” Psalm 127:2 NASB