Good Luck To The Happy Couple

I am watching the buildup to the royal wedding. I got about two hours' sleep tonight; I'm not completely sure why I'm not able to sleep. I am very tired and can feel how I'm going to pay for the hours I'm staying up. I'm trying to type my paper up while waiting for everything to get rolling in London; I figure my brain will be at the level of a Yorkshire pudding by the time this is all over and I want to do it while I can still type a sentence (kind of.)

However, something isn't going right with this stupid thing. I have a serious lack of pages and can't figure out why. It's supposed to be 5 single-spaced and for SOME reason it's at about 3. I'm going to have to fudge TWO whole single-spaced pages of this paper and it's not making me happy. I was thinking I'd have to fudge about a half-page. Hopefully, I can fill up some of that space and reduce the amount of filler I'm going to have to write for this thing.

Of course, I could be frustrated by the fact that my brain is MUSHY PEAS at 4 in the morning.

I'm going to type it up the best I can and get it as far as I can before my body decides that I'm an idiot and that damn it all, sleep might just be a good idea. I'm already at "warm and slumpy" and I'm headed towards "propping eyes open with toothpicks."

Gotta go get a look at these hats; the English are awesome with hats at events and I just love the ones I'm seeing now.

I would talk to you later but I probably won't have enough brain cells left on "go" to actually type a sentence.

Ta,
Bec

PS: I am impressed by everything and wowed by it all and I have no real words to say except a keysmash of awesome with the caps lock on-WOJEIRJERLJSLEJIRLJSE!!!IEJIEI!!!. The whole wedding was a blast to watch and I'm glad the commentators shut up and let us watch it.

I am not tired and I'm not really acting too tired. I don't know when I will crash and burn but I have to get writing or risk actually going to sleep on my keyboard.

I'm actually functioning on two hours sleep and I am really terrified of what I've become, since my normal habit after two hours sleep is neatly termed as "walking dead." I should be bouncing off the walls because I can't see them and not able to talk and CERTAINLY I shouldn't be able to type in a straight line.

But I've done all three and I'm doing it well. What the hell is WRONG with me?

If I can stay up till tonight, that'd be better. Then I can crash early and wake up tomorrow feeling fresh as a daisy for my last class of the spring.