Paper-writing energy

It is now 3:42am.  I have just finished my final project for Old English, a poetic translation of "Wulf and Eadwacer" (respecting the alliterative meter) accompanied by 5.5 page translation notes with critical reference.  I should be dead-tired, but I feel totally wired.  I really enjoyed this project, even if it did sneak up on me a bit (I thought it was due next week until two days ago; I've done pretty much the entire project in that time).  That's pretty awesome.  Now I need to go to bed though, otherwise my sleep schedule will never never never be anything resembling normal for, oh, the next month.

The Unthinkable

It happened this afternoon.  The unthinkable, that is.  First I was walking down Calumet and saw a husky (or a malamute? or something like that? looked kinda like a Greenland Dog on Wikipedia), and I thought, "he looks so soft and fluffy!"  But, you know, whatever.  Dogs can be fluffy.

Then, though, then, I was at the co-op.  And as I was leaving, there was this adorable little corgi tied up outside while her owner picked up a couple of things.  It wasn't the common red coloration, either -- it was more like a blue heeler.  And it was very friendly.  And I thought "Aw, I want a little corgi to snuggle up with and take on walks."

Though now I feel guilty, because Phoebe is being extremely cute and playful :)