And cancel Christmas.
So after dithering and dithering until the last moment, I didn't sign up for Yuletide -- I think for the first time in, what, seven years? It's not like there was nothing I could have written - just browsing vaguely through the letters, I ended up composing several stories in my head - but actually writing something down for an assignment felt like it would be just one more stressful addition to the massive to-do list. It's making me sad, though - another thing I used to enjoy taken away. Maybe I'll try to write some treats or pick up a pinch hit or something.
Last weekend I went to Bath with my gang of old university friends, which was absolutely lovely (we stayed at a grand old house in the middle of town and cooked nice food and went to the spa), but having those three days off meant I had to work frantically the week before and the week after to compensate and now I still don't feel like I've caught up. Today did manage to write a particularly thorny job application that I'd unwisely left until the last minute and to clean the flat, neither of which I wanted to do, so there's that. Plan for tomorrow is to go in early to finalise my essay marking and run errands, and then come home for lunch and reread Richard III and Frankenstein for my classes this week, though given how terrible I am at mornings (even with the extra hour), I suspect it may be a very late lunch. And now I am off to guilt-watch Downton Abbey.
(Oh, and also I was at the Welcome to Night Vale live show on Thursday! It was awesome, though some of the other live shows they've done must have been even more amazing to experience. And in other news, still continue to love Person of Interest to an unreasonable extent apparently unshared by the rest of the Internet, or at least the corner of it I'm aware of.)
Crossposted to http://yunitsa.dreamwidth.org/693913.html, with
comments.
Last weekend I went to Bath with my gang of old university friends, which was absolutely lovely (we stayed at a grand old house in the middle of town and cooked nice food and went to the spa), but having those three days off meant I had to work frantically the week before and the week after to compensate and now I still don't feel like I've caught up. Today did manage to write a particularly thorny job application that I'd unwisely left until the last minute and to clean the flat, neither of which I wanted to do, so there's that. Plan for tomorrow is to go in early to finalise my essay marking and run errands, and then come home for lunch and reread Richard III and Frankenstein for my classes this week, though given how terrible I am at mornings (even with the extra hour), I suspect it may be a very late lunch. And now I am off to guilt-watch Downton Abbey.
(Oh, and also I was at the Welcome to Night Vale live show on Thursday! It was awesome, though some of the other live shows they've done must have been even more amazing to experience. And in other news, still continue to love Person of Interest to an unreasonable extent apparently unshared by the rest of the Internet, or at least the corner of it I'm aware of.)
Crossposted to http://yunitsa.dreamwidth.org/693913.html, with
comments.