That Monday feeling...
Right now I'm really missing my girlfriend and my cat (Sian and Ziggy repsectively). I think I have 'Fifth-Week Blues' come a week early :(
So much stuff whirring round in my head at the moment, and I can't seem to sort it out. Oxford is actually the worst place in the world to think - to actually think, rather than read/annotate/formulate and argument. It's not the same thing. I used to spend hours and hours just sitting somewhere or lying in bed thinking about things. I don't do that anymore, partly because I'm deliberately trying not to think, because I'm not sure I'll like what I'll think about, and partly because Oxford makes me intellectually weary. I know I'm tired all the time anyway with the M.E., but here I'm bone tired, to the point where I just want to crawl under something and die quietly, so long as it makes the essays stop.
Must pull myself together; I've an essay-crisis to tackle by 7pm.
So much stuff whirring round in my head at the moment, and I can't seem to sort it out. Oxford is actually the worst place in the world to think - to actually think, rather than read/annotate/formulate and argument. It's not the same thing. I used to spend hours and hours just sitting somewhere or lying in bed thinking about things. I don't do that anymore, partly because I'm deliberately trying not to think, because I'm not sure I'll like what I'll think about, and partly because Oxford makes me intellectually weary. I know I'm tired all the time anyway with the M.E., but here I'm bone tired, to the point where I just want to crawl under something and die quietly, so long as it makes the essays stop.
Must pull myself together; I've an essay-crisis to tackle by 7pm.