The good, the bad, the ugly.
The good: Cold has slowed down. Got about half of the work for the dreams course done, and got a one-week-into-vacation extension on my semiotics project (and the teacher is very happy with the original theory I'm going to be working with in that paper). Have uncompressed video versions of my two 3D animations projects, which, come home-time, I'll be able to compress into a decent size and upload. Did assorted other setting-up-of-things, including scheduling of the piano tutorial I'm teaching next term (I'm good enough they'll give me credit for teaching a beginner) and a brief discussion of the possibility for a junior concert (melodramatic gothic classical music fest!) Even managed to draw something, but such high achievement is stressful. WIthin twenty-four hours I will be home and free to collapse, write, shower, and masturbate, not necessarily in that order.
The bad: Cold has not stopped; headachy. Doubt I'll be able to get the rest of the work for the dreams course done, at least not without sacrificing even more sleep and thus sanity; hope I don't fail it. Not packed. Have two carloads worth of highly disorganized crap to sort into shipping, storing, and driving, box, ship, store, and have the remainder in the car by, oh, three o'clock tomorrow afternoon.
The ugly: My nose is very sore. Also had v. pissy Death Eater muses today for forgetting the exact incantation for summoning the Dark Mark. Must stop rereading the Very Secret Diaries when stressed.
A convenient self-evaluation chart:
If the Marauders are wearing kilts, I need to learn how to draw.
If Walden Macnair and Lucius Malfoy are wearing kilts, I need a life.
If Severus Snape is wearing a kilt, I need sleep.
If the little green plastic fishie currently sitting on top of my external hard drive is wearing a kilt, I need sedatives.
Currently somewhere between the third and the fourth, although Snape is not yet a little plastic fishie.
I am following my fish. (Gratuitous Sandman Reference!)
Within a day or two, I'll be catching up on stuff, emailing and AIMing people, spamming Riddlefics, writing like a mad thing (must finish het smut!), redesigning my webpage, and inflicting crappy 3D animation upon my host's bandwidth. But, in the meantime, I have a fish in half a kilt. Go figure.
The bad: Cold has not stopped; headachy. Doubt I'll be able to get the rest of the work for the dreams course done, at least not without sacrificing even more sleep and thus sanity; hope I don't fail it. Not packed. Have two carloads worth of highly disorganized crap to sort into shipping, storing, and driving, box, ship, store, and have the remainder in the car by, oh, three o'clock tomorrow afternoon.
The ugly: My nose is very sore. Also had v. pissy Death Eater muses today for forgetting the exact incantation for summoning the Dark Mark. Must stop rereading the Very Secret Diaries when stressed.
A convenient self-evaluation chart:
If the Marauders are wearing kilts, I need to learn how to draw.
If Walden Macnair and Lucius Malfoy are wearing kilts, I need a life.
If Severus Snape is wearing a kilt, I need sleep.
If the little green plastic fishie currently sitting on top of my external hard drive is wearing a kilt, I need sedatives.
Currently somewhere between the third and the fourth, although Snape is not yet a little plastic fishie.
I am following my fish. (Gratuitous Sandman Reference!)
Within a day or two, I'll be catching up on stuff, emailing and AIMing people, spamming Riddlefics, writing like a mad thing (must finish het smut!), redesigning my webpage, and inflicting crappy 3D animation upon my host's bandwidth. But, in the meantime, I have a fish in half a kilt. Go figure.