Yesh. I am shleepy. I will finish the discussions of The Sound and the Fury tomorrow if it kills me. And then on Friday I will work on my critical articles. Oh drat drat drat. I thought I'd love Faulkner after A Rose for Emily. "What a fool I was, what a mutton-headed fool, to think he would be [better than Woolf]!"
Ok, bank on fruit smoothie tomorrow, and use of ipod in gym, and possible LOTR binge. Also: caffeine. Think happy thoughts.