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Oct. 13th, 2004 09:06 amI've got a case of the blahs today. My Dr. Mary presentation went a little more convolutedly than expected-- discussion was all over the place, and it made our points a little harder to discern. She's a tough grader, so I'm kinda worried about it. Of course, we didn't have a lot of planning time, and the article talked its ways in circles-- point that out, and it just looks like we didn't understand the article, you know? Plus there's a huge debate on wether Caddy's only option in The Sound And The Fury was prostitution, and I don't think it was. Dr. Mary disagrees, and so that makes supporting my argument quite difficult because she's an absolute Faulkner nut.
Today is set to be a long long day-- I have classes 'til 6:00, then I need to be in the lab until my duty round starts at 9pm. And then there's the last debate. I haven't had particularly restful sleep lately, and so I've woken up exhausted, just wanting to turn back over. I might tell Kyle that I can only work 11-4:30 next Monday and Tuesday just so I can catch up on a little shut-eye. And I haven't been dreaming-- there's been only blackness. Perfunctory sleep. I've been worrying about little things-- paper grades, wether or not my boots will be done in time for RenFest, picking a song for an upcoming wedding.
Well, at least I look snappy today. I'm doing the short skirt/heeled boots combo, and my hair's down for a change. I've decided that I also need a bigger bottle of Snake Oil because it smells so delicious. There's an Ebay auction of it for $9, so I'lll see how that pans out. It's so sweet and spicy at the same time-- very seductive.
And for Fall Break-- anybody want to go to Gettysburg Sunday or Monday night? It's more or less the only chance I'll get before Halloween since my next two weekends are shot.
In the plus column, Scout is still alive, although dazed and a little cranky. He's still got one bleeding spot and three raw spots, but it's considerably better than it was. I've dropped down to one salt bath a day, and the Maroxy will be discontinued unless the evil fungus of death returns for round three. He's tired of being medicated, sluggish. But alive, which I didn't quite expect. Keep sending those positive vibes.
( ETA-- ) William Donald Schaefer, go to hell.
Okay. Lunch. I wish I cared anymore.
Today is set to be a long long day-- I have classes 'til 6:00, then I need to be in the lab until my duty round starts at 9pm. And then there's the last debate. I haven't had particularly restful sleep lately, and so I've woken up exhausted, just wanting to turn back over. I might tell Kyle that I can only work 11-4:30 next Monday and Tuesday just so I can catch up on a little shut-eye. And I haven't been dreaming-- there's been only blackness. Perfunctory sleep. I've been worrying about little things-- paper grades, wether or not my boots will be done in time for RenFest, picking a song for an upcoming wedding.
Well, at least I look snappy today. I'm doing the short skirt/heeled boots combo, and my hair's down for a change. I've decided that I also need a bigger bottle of Snake Oil because it smells so delicious. There's an Ebay auction of it for $9, so I'lll see how that pans out. It's so sweet and spicy at the same time-- very seductive.
And for Fall Break-- anybody want to go to Gettysburg Sunday or Monday night? It's more or less the only chance I'll get before Halloween since my next two weekends are shot.
In the plus column, Scout is still alive, although dazed and a little cranky. He's still got one bleeding spot and three raw spots, but it's considerably better than it was. I've dropped down to one salt bath a day, and the Maroxy will be discontinued unless the evil fungus of death returns for round three. He's tired of being medicated, sluggish. But alive, which I didn't quite expect. Keep sending those positive vibes.
( ETA-- ) William Donald Schaefer, go to hell.
Okay. Lunch. I wish I cared anymore.
