day 2 of cny, it's 7am and i'm delirious

The other night I dreamt that a python bit me on my butt.
Which pissed me off cos that’s a scientifically inaccurate dream.
Because pythons rarely bite.
Which pissed me off cos that was the most geeky thing I could have ever say the moment when I woke up.

Anyway.
It’s been a rough week. I fell victim to the gastric flu bug, same old same old.
Bedridden and nothing but soup for 3 days.
But I’m all better now (thanks to you), ready to devour the box of lovely new year goodies that my wonderful parents send me every year.
Gong xi fa cai everyone!

The year of the dog opened with a whimper.
Essay due, quiz the following day, missed lectures to catch up on...
So how did I spend my first day of CNY?
I pulled my first-ever all-nighter (yay me!), writing about how George Orwell’s 1984 depicts a liberal dystopia against the account of liberalism of Judith Shklar.
Shklar Schmlar…
I don’t like that essay of hers, it’s unstructured and misleading and yet, she’s the prof’s hero.
Bah.
1984 is a good read though, highly recommended!!

Now the question is
Do I go to prop my eyelids up with matches, go to class in 1 hour’s time and snooze through Wainberg?
Or do I snooze at home and screw too-busy-to-offer-me-a-lab-position Wainberg?