Transcripticus Maximus
So things have kinda come full circle now.
There was a time, in the fog-shrouded past, where I didn't record anything. There were at least seven abortive attempts at journalling regularly. Then, around 3-4 years ago, it caught on.
For years and years I made an entry for every day- even if I let it buildup for a few weeks. Then, a bit less than 3 years ago I think, I started the LJ thing.
It too began sporadically but has gradually increased in both content and frequency. And here I am at the other extreme- my physical journalling has atrophied while I've experienced a renaissance in my online journalling. The ultimate expression of that? This entry, scribbled in hard copy out of necessity, but destined to be posted and backdated to the LJ. Sometimes you need to precess even when computers aren't around- as hard as it may be to visualize such a state of affairs...
I'm in a lot of pain- not that I didn't come by it honestly. I ended up staying up 'til 6 am last night in the lab, chased by a very low-quality, sporadic 3-4 hours of sleep. So I'm sleep deprived and my stomach is highly unamused with me.
I did manage to get up this morning- pack, shower, and get dressed. Hit Presby to drop off my luggage and got to chat with Ben a bit. I foolishly tapped him for a ride- I got to class, yeah, but a couple of minutes late. I despise being late.
Got through class and back to Presby- and here I be. We'll be leaving soon.
So my phone is really annoying me. The ring volume is fine but in perfect conditions, with the phone jammed in my ear, I can only barely hear anyone on the phone. They can hear me fine and the volume works- it can be even quieter but is currently on max. Grrr!
I don't know whether to laugh hysterically or cry- I'm right on the razor's edge right now. I burned so many bridges to free up this weekend- but I'm not done yet. I've still got to do half my psych reading by Monday evening for the test- haven't typed up any of the vocab or studied yet. So my weekends gonna be my own personal hell- I'll either be reading like mad or feeling guilty for not reading. And so it goes...
My whole life is doing its best to unravel this week. My Lent PlanTM has never stopped not working and seems destined for more variations. My sleeps down and I've not been able to get to the gym. Every time I feel like I'm making a little progress, something competes for my attention.
There was a time, in the fog-shrouded past, where I didn't record anything. There were at least seven abortive attempts at journalling regularly. Then, around 3-4 years ago, it caught on.
For years and years I made an entry for every day- even if I let it buildup for a few weeks. Then, a bit less than 3 years ago I think, I started the LJ thing.
It too began sporadically but has gradually increased in both content and frequency. And here I am at the other extreme- my physical journalling has atrophied while I've experienced a renaissance in my online journalling. The ultimate expression of that? This entry, scribbled in hard copy out of necessity, but destined to be posted and backdated to the LJ. Sometimes you need to precess even when computers aren't around- as hard as it may be to visualize such a state of affairs...
I'm in a lot of pain- not that I didn't come by it honestly. I ended up staying up 'til 6 am last night in the lab, chased by a very low-quality, sporadic 3-4 hours of sleep. So I'm sleep deprived and my stomach is highly unamused with me.
I did manage to get up this morning- pack, shower, and get dressed. Hit Presby to drop off my luggage and got to chat with Ben a bit. I foolishly tapped him for a ride- I got to class, yeah, but a couple of minutes late. I despise being late.
Got through class and back to Presby- and here I be. We'll be leaving soon.
So my phone is really annoying me. The ring volume is fine but in perfect conditions, with the phone jammed in my ear, I can only barely hear anyone on the phone. They can hear me fine and the volume works- it can be even quieter but is currently on max. Grrr!
I don't know whether to laugh hysterically or cry- I'm right on the razor's edge right now. I burned so many bridges to free up this weekend- but I'm not done yet. I've still got to do half my psych reading by Monday evening for the test- haven't typed up any of the vocab or studied yet. So my weekends gonna be my own personal hell- I'll either be reading like mad or feeling guilty for not reading. And so it goes...
My whole life is doing its best to unravel this week. My Lent PlanTM has never stopped not working and seems destined for more variations. My sleeps down and I've not been able to get to the gym. Every time I feel like I'm making a little progress, something competes for my attention.