Wednesday, June 06, 2007
... and because summer is really, really
over, I'm getting back to work
. Enough procrastination and distraction already, I've already had my rest and my fun. I have so much to do, and so little time. Wish me luck.A little while later...
I'm a little scared for my sanity. I'm in the thick of things now, work-wise, but this is the state of my anxiety: First
, I made noodles for dinner -- and forgot to add the oil. I was wondering why the noodles were a bit crunchy. Did I not soak it with enough time in the boiling water?
Later, I found the pack of oil near my kitchen sink, unopened, unusued. I tried laughing it off as a mistake of human nature. But then... Second
, I brewed myself some coffee a while back, following the routine of putting in the filter, and then the grounded beans ready for boiling. After a few minutes, I felt myself ready for a cup and tried to pour myself one. Turned out I didn't put in any water in the coffeemaker.
I am going mad. Or forgetful. Or developing dementia. Or Alzheimer's. Or just anxious. Or just too busy ticking things off my priority list in my head as I advance to the dark days of going back to the trenches. I have ammunition. Mahler's No. 2 is playing in the background, and I feel my self swelling. Oh yeah.
In the meantime, see me scream.Update, 5:30 a.m.
I just finished calculating and marking down all grades from my summer classes, as well as some grading the incompletes from last semester. I am so effing tired.
And sleepy. The sun just burst through the darkness, and it's already morning. In the background, Robbie Williams sings from his Swing While You're Winning
album. I already had Carly Simon and Barbra Streisand, some classical music, and the Original Cast recording of Rent
. (It's that kind of night.) Okay... What I plan to do now is to go right this minute to the office so that Mike our secretary can take a crack on my grades when he goes to work this morning. Once I deposit everything, I come back to the pad, get a quick nap, and then wake up to attend my first meeting of the day at 10 a.m. Okay then.
 This is Where You Bite the Sandwich
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