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Ugh. BAD night. Very, very bad. One of those nights where you sleep in fits and starts, and your covers wind up a tangled mess, and even when you're asleep, you dream of tossing and turning. (Except the last one, right before I woke up. That one involved Princess Leia, somehow.)
So now I get to spend the whole day struggling to stay awake. Woo. hoo. Should've drugged myself when I went to bed. I knew I should've. (Don't worry--it's Tylenol PM. Not anything hardcore.) But by the time I realized it, it was too late to take even half a pill (my usual dose--I'm very susceptible to sleepy-making meds) w/o having a morning hangover. Bah.
Also dreamed about talking to one of my students about her paper (something that I really do want to do, as she is struggling but won't come to see me) and dreamed that another one had been raped right before turning in a particularly bad paper, and wanted to know if she could get her grade adjusted accordingly. I asked for some kind of hard evidence (police report, etc). And felt like an ass for asking.
Did I mention I still have 80-some papers to grade? What joy.
So now I get to spend the whole day struggling to stay awake. Woo. hoo. Should've drugged myself when I went to bed. I knew I should've. (Don't worry--it's Tylenol PM. Not anything hardcore.) But by the time I realized it, it was too late to take even half a pill (my usual dose--I'm very susceptible to sleepy-making meds) w/o having a morning hangover. Bah.
Also dreamed about talking to one of my students about her paper (something that I really do want to do, as she is struggling but won't come to see me) and dreamed that another one had been raped right before turning in a particularly bad paper, and wanted to know if she could get her grade adjusted accordingly. I asked for some kind of hard evidence (police report, etc). And felt like an ass for asking.
Did I mention I still have 80-some papers to grade? What joy.