It’s hard to think about…

It's hard to think about anything except how much I have to do. Sorry, munchkins. My brain is just turning to mush. I didn't get enough sleep last night, and I just haven't been able to get much of anything done today -- which of course just makes me feel more stressed and panicked. I keep telling myself that it'll be okay -- that if worst comes to worst, I can even take an incomplete. But I've never done that before, and I don't want to do it now. I should be able to get it all done, really I should. Meep.

Elissa arrives for the weekend tomorrow (college roommate, married to Bryan, U Chicago mathematician, also a friend of ours). I haven't seen her in quite a while, and I'm looking forward to it -- and at the same time, I feel like I have no time. I'm not going to let that stop us having a good time, though. Though she may need to do some Christmas shopping while I grade papers...

I should update you guys on the last couple of days, but really, it's just working. Lots and lots of it. I'm so tired that I can't think straight, so even though it's only 9 p.m., I think I'm gonna go to bed. Tomorrow morning I have about six hours before she arrives; if I focus, I should be able to get a lot done. That's the theory, at any rate.

I did manage to do a first revision on "Savariian and the Aliens", btw, in the Cinncinnati airport when I got stuck there for four hours Monday night. Mechanical difficulties. Story of my week.

Did I mention that I missed my bus this morning, and therefore didn't get to class in time to catch my students before they took off? And that although I had the Soros application finished and in my hand and ready to stick in the mailbox today (the deadline), I somehow never managed to actually put it in a mailbox? It's sitting on my dining table. I don't even know if it's worth putting it in the mail tomorrow.

Okay, too tired to do anything useful, clearly. Bed.

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