My computer is fixed, my internet is fixed, and I am angsty this morning.
The lcd and palm rest were fixed yesterday, in time for me to come home and find out my internet was broken. I had a lovely, long phone conversation with someone dear for the later part of my evening. I read the beginning of my Washington Irving collected stories book, title which is not coming to me, until my head hurt to much to read or bear the bed side light. Time Warner guy was here early. The days without have given me ample time to clean the biggest of my messes from main room to bed room, to write letters and read books.
I've been seated here for about two and half hours since then. I don't feel a forward impetus. I have three and half weeks to write three twenty page papers, some of which are researched and some of which haven't even been glanced in the direction of. On top of the in-class work that must be done during these next two weeks, which amounts to plays, books, papers, presentations, etc. I feel entirely unmotivated at the present. I founder, not positive which way I am going or what I am looking for or if what I am doing, looking at, etc, is the thing I really want long term.
I should read more Shakespeare articles today. I'm nearly to the end of my reference book. Then all I have is to read the three articles that arrived in the library and write that paper. My aim is to have this one written by the end of Thanksgiving weekend.
I should tender my two week notice to work soonish. I keep talking about it and they keep bandying around crazy, sporadic, bad, confused, or weird, and sometimes really good, treatment. If I did it tomorrow or early next week it would end either the end of study week or the beginning of Finals week. I wonder if it matters then really. I won't be getting the extra time to write my papers really and weeks off in between. I've been there five months two days ago, according the ljarchive. I'm going to have to figure this out by tomorrow morning, I think.
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Well, I've left messages and e-mails for one teacher to catch under one thing. So now I'm going to read the Twelfth Night articles from interloan.
Maybe my funk will let me loose yet.
I've been seated here for about two and half hours since then. I don't feel a forward impetus. I have three and half weeks to write three twenty page papers, some of which are researched and some of which haven't even been glanced in the direction of. On top of the in-class work that must be done during these next two weeks, which amounts to plays, books, papers, presentations, etc. I feel entirely unmotivated at the present. I founder, not positive which way I am going or what I am looking for or if what I am doing, looking at, etc, is the thing I really want long term.
I should read more Shakespeare articles today. I'm nearly to the end of my reference book. Then all I have is to read the three articles that arrived in the library and write that paper. My aim is to have this one written by the end of Thanksgiving weekend.
I should tender my two week notice to work soonish. I keep talking about it and they keep bandying around crazy, sporadic, bad, confused, or weird, and sometimes really good, treatment. If I did it tomorrow or early next week it would end either the end of study week or the beginning of Finals week. I wonder if it matters then really. I won't be getting the extra time to write my papers really and weeks off in between. I've been there five months two days ago, according the ljarchive. I'm going to have to figure this out by tomorrow morning, I think.
..
Well, I've left messages and e-mails for one teacher to catch under one thing. So now I'm going to read the Twelfth Night articles from interloan.
Maybe my funk will let me loose yet.