less than ideal

I always forget how weeks of intensive study in which I am not required to interact with other human beings drive me SLIGHTLY STIR CRAZY after a while. It's not like I've gone full-on compensatory extrovert, even IM would help get some of the itch of words out, but of course spending the whole day at the library means that I miss the entire stretch of hours during which Americans are online and available to chat.

And then tonight I tried to write, and failed, and instead drank cider and watched Sucker Punch which was maaaaybe not the best of ideas when I was feeling spaced-out and on-edge anyway.

(Someone's written SOME kind of SP/Inception fusion, right? Link me to it right now so that I stop wanting to write it myself.)