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Dec. 1st, 2011 12:56 pmI possibly should not have let myself get caught in the rain yesterday. The sun is brilliant and I am also brilliant, but my brilliance is due to a fever. How I could have prevented getting wet is now moot.
I still have to work today, since I have to get through stuff since it's that time of year. I have one impossible period around Jewish New Year, when course proposals happen (though not all of them *did* happen this year through no fault of my own, so there may not be as much teaching next year, which is great for my doctorate but not so good for groceries and medical expenses) during teaching and deadline time and now, another, because I don't want to interfere with other peoples' holiday season. My holiday seasons always get interfered with and I always lose holidays (though this year I got three days straight - yay!!) so I'm very sensitive about not doing this to others.
And all this is babble. I am putting off doing things. Initially, my babble consisted of sorting socks, then moving some books from one room into another.
When I stop delaying things, I have to make a decision: to sleep it off or to battle through and work. The longer I delay, the more my body whispers "Sleep." Idiot body. Doesn't it know I have work to do?
I still have to work today, since I have to get through stuff since it's that time of year. I have one impossible period around Jewish New Year, when course proposals happen (though not all of them *did* happen this year through no fault of my own, so there may not be as much teaching next year, which is great for my doctorate but not so good for groceries and medical expenses) during teaching and deadline time and now, another, because I don't want to interfere with other peoples' holiday season. My holiday seasons always get interfered with and I always lose holidays (though this year I got three days straight - yay!!) so I'm very sensitive about not doing this to others.
And all this is babble. I am putting off doing things. Initially, my babble consisted of sorting socks, then moving some books from one room into another.
When I stop delaying things, I have to make a decision: to sleep it off or to battle through and work. The longer I delay, the more my body whispers "Sleep." Idiot body. Doesn't it know I have work to do?