A few random thoughts on my break....

All day long today I've been type-type-typing away on my little Apple, trying to complete my 20 page paper on a primary source from the First Crusade which is due at 3pm tomorrow (approx. 18 hours away and counting). I'm on page 11, which I figured was a good enough stopping point, seeing as I've got all night to finish up and I'm already pretty sure I'm going to go over the 20 page limit, so there will be no need to scrounge for more to say--just edit and shorten. I'm long-winded, to say the least, as this blog has probably begun to prove. So anyway, I'd like to take a moment and just discuss with you the wonders of a little drug I like to call Adderall. Ah, Adderall, the mere mention of this teeny orange delight enlarges my pupils and sets my brain to work. Adderall, when you get right down to it, is legalized speed, and boy does it work miracles when you're in crunch time. It has literally made me WANT to do work...when I take a small break to do something frivolous like look out the window or go to the bathroom or, you know, eat, I immediately wonder why I'm not writing about Fulcher of Chartres' point of view on the Battle of Antioch (or the like). Writing this blog entry right now is only acceptable because I am actually typing something, and thinking about what to say. As long as I'm typing, reading, or thinking about something, I'm OK. It also puts me in a pretty good mood, which is great, although the thought of coming down tomorrow worries me a little. I suppose that could be a downside, along with the excessive sweating which seems to be taking place under my arms for some reason. Well, I guess now I understand why speed addicts get so much done. Or do they? I'm not sure, I don't know any speed addicts. Just Adderall addicts.

On another note, my shower is a tool of the devil. Those of you have attempted to use it will know that there is absolutely NO happy medium in the temperature spectrum. You either feel as if you're on the surface of the sun or you're being pelted with icicles. And this is not just at peak usage times...I just got done taking a shower at 7pm, and I could not get the temperature right. Now last I checked, 7pm was certainly NOT prime shower-taking time. Prime dinner-eating time? Sure. Prime Daily Show rerun-watching time? Of course! But prime showering time? Absolutely not. This is the excuse, however, that my apartment managers have given to me in the past. "Oh gee, I bet you just shower at the same time as everyone else, too bad, nothing we can do! Hope you don't turn up boiled like a lobster in your own tub!"

Lastly, this 20 page paper is pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. The problem is, no one who I care about will ever actually want to read it, considering I'm the only one I know interested in the First Crusade and the writers of the Middle Ages. Well, that's not entirely true, but I know that none of my friends are going to want to read 20 pages they're not required to by school or some other life-determining force. Alas. And so, on that note, it's back to work I go. Watch out Raymond of Aguilers, here I come.