God, I feel like an angrier, slightly bitchier Stuart Smalley
Christ, it's amazing how putting somethign off until the next morning clears it up. After staring at that damn proof for... too long, I called it quits, went to bed, woke up this morning (bought myself a gun), showered, shaved, half-dressed, sat down, took a look, and *bam* twelve minutes later I'm stapling everything together and dropping it into my folder.
I feel pretty all right. I spent time with zodikins yesterday afternoon, and it was very good and nice (aside from that, yesterday was an exercise in doing jack shit on a day when I could/should be productive). I read, and looked really hard and thought really hard about my logic and political philosophy reading, but didn't really accomplish much on either. Something I need to work on. For now I just need to squeeze 24 pages of Locke into the two-hour break I have this morning. Should be pretty easy, actually. Not like I haven't read him twenty billion times already. Eh.
That said, I still feel pretty all right. It's a gloriously dreary, overcast, chilly autumn morning, about ten degrees cooler than yesterday, and it's supposed to rain a bit later, and I can see that it's a bit breezy already, and I love it. It's a good day to dress for fall, and call me crazy, but I love dressing for fall. Layers of t-shirts and sweater and jacket, I dunno, just feels comfy. If I'm feeling really bold and daring, might even venture into scarf country, or maybe I should hold off on that for the day when the wind is just enough to make you shiver. Yeah, maybe I'll wait for that day, because that's a good day too.
I feel pretty all right. I spent time with zodikins yesterday afternoon, and it was very good and nice (aside from that, yesterday was an exercise in doing jack shit on a day when I could/should be productive). I read, and looked really hard and thought really hard about my logic and political philosophy reading, but didn't really accomplish much on either. Something I need to work on. For now I just need to squeeze 24 pages of Locke into the two-hour break I have this morning. Should be pretty easy, actually. Not like I haven't read him twenty billion times already. Eh.
That said, I still feel pretty all right. It's a gloriously dreary, overcast, chilly autumn morning, about ten degrees cooler than yesterday, and it's supposed to rain a bit later, and I can see that it's a bit breezy already, and I love it. It's a good day to dress for fall, and call me crazy, but I love dressing for fall. Layers of t-shirts and sweater and jacket, I dunno, just feels comfy. If I'm feeling really bold and daring, might even venture into scarf country, or maybe I should hold off on that for the day when the wind is just enough to make you shiver. Yeah, maybe I'll wait for that day, because that's a good day too.