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So....
I've said it before, but we're finally getting our broadband connection hooked up this Friday, so I imagine I will become yet again a more full-voiced presence here, as I have in the past when I've had countless aimless hours at my disposal, a late bedtime, and far, far too many random thoughts in my head. This is what school does to me. It seems odd at times to feel this way again and not be back in Seattle, where I experienced so much of this the last go round. My workload has increased dramatically and I find myself constantly behind, even when I allot enough time to finish my self-assigned and course-assigned work. This is not a problem in and of itself, but I hate feeling behind. I want to feel on top of things and as though I were cruising through all this work with a poise and nonchalance to envy.
Anyway, good friend Richard from DC is in town this weekend, after which there will surely be a flurry of work next week before we get set to receive more visitors in advance of what should be a wild and debaucherous Halloween party on the 29th. It's going to be the most bizarre cocktail of regions and accents, ages and occupations. We've been looking forward to this for a while, though, and the road to the end of the term only becomes steeper afterwards, so we best enjoy it while we can. I'm saving all of my hangover brownie points to be redeemed the following day, when I will no doubt vegetate on the sofa with pizza and DVDs, drowning myself in calm oblivion to the fact that I have novels to read and an annotated bibliography to complete and a sophisticated term paper topic to conjure.
Well, I've got one topic already, but I'm at a loss for the other. This is all so easy, yet so, so hard. My brain is stretching after a long winter's nap and I can only hope to get the crusties out of my eyes and fogginess out of my thoughts before the performances begin.
Still lovely and autumnly here, though it growing darker and colder with the quickness. December, with it's 3:30 pm sundowns ought to be interesting.
I've said it before, but we're finally getting our broadband connection hooked up this Friday, so I imagine I will become yet again a more full-voiced presence here, as I have in the past when I've had countless aimless hours at my disposal, a late bedtime, and far, far too many random thoughts in my head. This is what school does to me. It seems odd at times to feel this way again and not be back in Seattle, where I experienced so much of this the last go round. My workload has increased dramatically and I find myself constantly behind, even when I allot enough time to finish my self-assigned and course-assigned work. This is not a problem in and of itself, but I hate feeling behind. I want to feel on top of things and as though I were cruising through all this work with a poise and nonchalance to envy.
Anyway, good friend Richard from DC is in town this weekend, after which there will surely be a flurry of work next week before we get set to receive more visitors in advance of what should be a wild and debaucherous Halloween party on the 29th. It's going to be the most bizarre cocktail of regions and accents, ages and occupations. We've been looking forward to this for a while, though, and the road to the end of the term only becomes steeper afterwards, so we best enjoy it while we can. I'm saving all of my hangover brownie points to be redeemed the following day, when I will no doubt vegetate on the sofa with pizza and DVDs, drowning myself in calm oblivion to the fact that I have novels to read and an annotated bibliography to complete and a sophisticated term paper topic to conjure.
Well, I've got one topic already, but I'm at a loss for the other. This is all so easy, yet so, so hard. My brain is stretching after a long winter's nap and I can only hope to get the crusties out of my eyes and fogginess out of my thoughts before the performances begin.
Still lovely and autumnly here, though it growing darker and colder with the quickness. December, with it's 3:30 pm sundowns ought to be interesting.