where's the empty box labeled Dec 9?
My laptop has been going crazy. “Going crazy” is the most technical term I am willing to apply to its chaotic and inconsiderate freezing, wind-up noises, and whatever else. (“Whatever else” is another technical term, “wind-up noises” is a toss-up). I’ve decided to leave it off for now, until I get a new fan or come up with another solution to the wrong problem. The approach of finals week and paper deadlines renders this a rather inconvenient time overall, especially since I will only be going home and consulting with Dr. Dad on Saturday, but what has suffered most is my otherwise impeccable organization. And by “my,” I mean “microsoft outlook’s.” Its inaccessibility wasn’t as problematic as I liked to exaggeratedly claim it would be, when considering the potential of such situations. I simply evaluated my alternatives: stay in bed until Saturday. Or use a planner. (Or remember the fact that I have 2 classes on Thursdays, but that’s silly). They made it seem as though the conscientious decision would be the planner. Counterintuitive, but I wasn’t in a position to argue- particularly because I don’t know who “they” are. Anyway, I think they lied. My handwriting doesn’t compare to good ole times new roman, and I spend way too much time coloring entries in red for “important,” green for “needs preparation,” purple for “this is beginning to look like a rainbow, use red.” Luckily I don’t use the “reminder” function, because it’s annoying and would discourage me from attending any given meeting, otherwise I’d need post-its with incredible capabilities. I don’t use outlook for email, either. In fact, I wish I had more of a justification for writing this. But it really is a little disorienting. It’s like my biological rhythm (catchy term, but I wonder if it alludes to something entirely different) is thrown off not by thesis-induced abnormal sleep habits, but by being unable to visualize a map of tomorrow’s daytime schedule. You might say, “but you’re free all day tomorrow.” You’d be right, but oh-so-tragically missing the point.