I made it to the end of today. That said, tomorrow looks interesting as usual. Turning in a paper, thinking about two more, juggling job demands with other stuff - and it's always other stuff. Sometimes I wish that my problems would fight me like groups do in the movies - one at a time, and always waiting for one to be defeated before rushing another. True, they sometimes take multiple hits before going down, but it's easier to deal with them like that.
Yeah, so I'm slowly increasing the amount of chaos in my life, right at the point where I really shouldn't be. Oh, well. This is the real March Madness, the bracket I filled out was a lot of guesswork. We'll see if it actually does anything. Was free, and the prize isn't necessarily great, but I can say I filled out a competition bracket. For whatever it's worth.
If I haven't mentioned this before, it's quite acceptable to go trawling through old journal entries and comment on them if there's stuff you have to say. I may have to re-orient myself to answer the question properly, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't be asking them. Of course, if you think that all of what I'm saying is bullshit, I'd like to know that, too. I may decide to exact vengeance on you with a laser-guided rubber band shooter, if I so desire. Perhaps while talking to you about base Fibonacci numbers or the poetry of Max Burbank. I guarantee it'll be Maximum Fun for you.
And the writer in me goes *snerk* at the Sue alphabet, knowing full well I may commit some of those characters occasionally.
Class tomorrow - also featuring thesis revision, and possibly book hunting and job-searching as well.
Yeah, so I'm slowly increasing the amount of chaos in my life, right at the point where I really shouldn't be. Oh, well. This is the real March Madness, the bracket I filled out was a lot of guesswork. We'll see if it actually does anything. Was free, and the prize isn't necessarily great, but I can say I filled out a competition bracket. For whatever it's worth.
If I haven't mentioned this before, it's quite acceptable to go trawling through old journal entries and comment on them if there's stuff you have to say. I may have to re-orient myself to answer the question properly, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't be asking them. Of course, if you think that all of what I'm saying is bullshit, I'd like to know that, too. I may decide to exact vengeance on you with a laser-guided rubber band shooter, if I so desire. Perhaps while talking to you about base Fibonacci numbers or the poetry of Max Burbank. I guarantee it'll be Maximum Fun for you.
And the writer in me goes *snerk* at the Sue alphabet, knowing full well I may commit some of those characters occasionally.
Class tomorrow - also featuring thesis revision, and possibly book hunting and job-searching as well.