I guess I’ve been missing a bit from the webpage. Not too big of a deal; half my posts blather about advising or the thesis and this one’s not likely to be much different. I have about a half a dozen projects lined up and just waiting to be finished here on the site, the thesis has got to be done by March 1, so my workdays have been spent bouncing between it and the students wandering in the door plus teaching a class. That reminds me: I have papers to grade. < Pushes folder full of homework into a cranny > I’ll work on those later, just like everything else.

I don’t suppose all this would be so bad if I weren’t so run down. I slept for nearly fourteen hours last Thursday night, calling in sick to work Friday because I just couldn’t get my brain around the idea of another day at the desk making phone calls, looking up sources, and filing attendance reports. I needed a day off desperately, and the unfortunate thing is that I could use another already and it’s just Monday. I’ve spent the better part of today working on my class and the rest of that trying to organize this odd book blockade which is cutting me off from the rest of the office like a childish snow fort. If the persistant headache and sticky goo throat would just go away, I might feel more up to the task of…well, whatever the hell the task is, but I don’t. I feel like I’m just getting progressively worse, and I’m not even really sick: I’m just exhausted. I spent the better part of the weekend either sleeping or relaxing with EQ and old horror movies, and yet it wasn’t enough. In fact, it may have made everything worse now that I’m worrying more about budgeting my time and money. Money, there’s a winner category for stress. I get that single-income families can work it out, but I don’t know how they work when both partners are attending college. Hell, we just have a cat. I can’t imagine what our lives would be like if we had kids, not to mention the fact that I don’t want kids at this point in my life and may never (yet another area of contention with a lot of people in my life, i.e., more stress).

Dammit, I’m just tired. And now I’m coughing again. I should make some tea. I have to make phone calls this afternoon, all afternoon. I’ll probably end up being here late because these were supposed to have been made Friday but I wasn’t here Friday to do it and blah blah, crazy work mess. Phooey. I think I just need to lock myself up in my room all evening with my barricade of books and ignore the rest of the world and live vicariously through my insulting morphology and diachronic swath of French slurs. I know that I’ve got a meeting to go to tonight, but between spending the next two hours on the phone and the fact that I feel about as pleasant as a rabid boar being taught tapdancing despite having four left feet, I don’t know that I can or rather should go. I’d hate to bite anyone’s heads off. Maybe I’ll message the little sis and see what she says. She can clue me in on what happens iffen I don’t go.

Bleah. My back’s going to be so crooked and crippled by the time I finish this thesis that I’m going to question the soundness of mind in the decision to check out these twenty books and buying/owning twenty more plus four big binders full of articles… Dammit, as if Buster didn’t weigh enough.

So I don’t know that I’ve been avoiding the webpage as a way of well, avoidance or if it’s because I need a goddamned break or if it’s because I didn’t want to rant and rave like the loony I am when I could be doing something productive like … Oh, I dunno, copying out a dictionary onto my skin with a Sharpee or something. I think it’s high time for tea. The caffeine may do me some good. Push come to shove, it can’t really hurt. It’s not like I’m not already addicted, at any rate. Pffft. I dunno. Whatever. Go do something fun, all of you. It’s an order!!