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So last night I wrote a lovely entry. It as all about my passion for writing and how my dissertation takes away from ever being able to write for fun and pleasure. But I allowed myself 15 minutes last night to ramble away in livejournal. Alas, the words that I so loved putting on the page were taken away from me by the lj being in "read-only" mode. Can't I be warned of this before I write down my insightful realizations and zany future plans.
Anyway I want to write "creative" nonfiction. That is all I really want to do. And while my dissertation is certainly a creative process, it is quickly losing its appeal (and I haven't even started writing yet! Boy am I in trouble).
Anyway today I'm under a lot of stress. I called to reserve some audio/visual equipment for my class on Wednesday, and I gave them my office number instead of my classroom number. Yeah, I can see twenty-five students trying to watch a power-point presentation in my office.... Anyway I feel like I'm at the breaking point.
I'm in such a strange place with D (but I guess not really 'cuz we're always in pretty strange places), where she wants more (more stability, more committment, more financial equality) and I can't give her that. I love her and don't want to hold her back from finding that, and yet, I am devastated by the thought of her leaving me. I mean, it's not as if we are breaking up...that is not even on the table (at least not explicitly).
gotta go cover tara's class....
Anyway I want to write "creative" nonfiction. That is all I really want to do. And while my dissertation is certainly a creative process, it is quickly losing its appeal (and I haven't even started writing yet! Boy am I in trouble).
Anyway today I'm under a lot of stress. I called to reserve some audio/visual equipment for my class on Wednesday, and I gave them my office number instead of my classroom number. Yeah, I can see twenty-five students trying to watch a power-point presentation in my office.... Anyway I feel like I'm at the breaking point.
I'm in such a strange place with D (but I guess not really 'cuz we're always in pretty strange places), where she wants more (more stability, more committment, more financial equality) and I can't give her that. I love her and don't want to hold her back from finding that, and yet, I am devastated by the thought of her leaving me. I mean, it's not as if we are breaking up...that is not even on the table (at least not explicitly).
gotta go cover tara's class....