What a lump I am. I slept late this morning, then spent pretty much the entire day sitting around reading and drinking tea. I feel somewhat guilty about this, but I suppose I'd better enjoy it while it lasts ( Read more... )

There's a kind of lawn decoration made of the kind of plastic normally used for beach balls. It's an inflatable snowman or Santa, surrounded by a lumpy sphere which is transparent in front, with an opaque back, which conceals a mechanism for blowing small white styrofoamy bits around the inside of the contraption. I think there must be a light ( Read more... )

A few things accomplished. Have made lemon curd and gingerbread dough. Have wrapped small, feeble collection of presents in small, feeble collection of paste-paper ( Read more... )

This is the way the semester ends,
Not with a bang but a whimper.
It still hasn't really sunk in yet, but I seem to have come out the other end of the worst semester of my life. I sincerely hope I never have to go through anything like that again. There have been no celebrations. There will be no celebrations. Even after two nights of twice as ( Read more... )

you can take four courses and have three professors say, ‘This is your most important course and it should take the bulk of your time.’

Without sufficient rest, emotional mood deteriorates

Sleep deprived people do not have the speed or creative abilities to cope with making quick but logical decisions

It is important to remember that sleep ( Read more... )

No, things are not looking good.

( One of these is mine )

Huh, fragglechick has just described my weekend perfectly, only in my case it was blackbraid who was the unintentional victim. I don't know what to do about it, except apologize (which I've done), and try harder in the future not to be so destructive when I'm unhappy ( Read more... )

The drawing that was due last week, and which has been making my life hell since before Thanksgiving, is now as finished as it's ever likely to be. There is no sense of satisfaction at having completed it, no feeling of accomplishment or even relief. There is only exhaustion, defeat, and the same loathing that has afflicted me from the beginning ( Read more... )

I went to bookbinding class at the usual (painfully early) hour this morning, only to discover that the teachers weren't there. They live far enough north that the weather had been a problem. But a kind administrative person let me into the room. (In fact, he handed me the keys, and basically put me in charge for the day. What a deal!) The ( Read more... )