It's 8:17, and I've told myself that I can't have breakfast until I write my Great Books daily. Why on earth am I on Livejournal? More importantly, why hasn't anyone written anything new lately to divert me? Rats.

My inner stalker was unexpectedly gratified by a mailing from the Study Abroad Office. I now know the names of all students (presumably) who are attending Oxford this Spring. Some are pleasing, some less so. I have no idea who some of them are. But having the information is a joy in and of itself ( Read more... )

I'm feeling wobblesome. That's all.

With the proofreading help of Miss Grimm, I have just completed and sent my article on the Financial Literary Club to my editor. Unexpectedly, it is a huge relief to have it finished. For me, the first project/daily/paper is always the most difficult, because I haven't yet received confirmation that I generally do an adequate job. It's nice when ( Read more... )

It's 9:11 in the morning and I'm avoiding completing my Prep Sheet for Shakespeare. Is there a villain in The Comedy of Errors? I'm saying...no. I think. Damn you, Shakespeare and your wretched ambiguity, too.

I'm off to an exercise class named "TNT" for "Tone 'n' Tighten." I figure that it's the perfect penance for the pancakes and syrup that were part of my breakfast and the fried shrimp and apple crisp with butter pecan ice cream which were part of my lunch.

When one has gorged, saying that one is sorry is simply not enough.

President's List: Whatta noid ( Read more... )

So for the last few weeks, I've been combating spells of unreasonable anxiety. When I open my e-mail, I tense up like I'm expecting bad news.

I'm working on what they call "taking the good with the bad" as well as what they call "taking things in stride." My list of needed Kitchen Gadgetry may be sad now, but I just got my first day of work moved ( Read more... )

1.) Work 40 hours per week at the experiment station pulling weeds or picking vegetables or something. Working outside, either way. I'll ride my bike every day to get there ( Read more... )

Learning about being a grown-up is unexpectedly difficult. I just called the loony lady who rents the beautiful apartment which has been the focus of some of my castles in the air. She said something about thinking that she had the two upper-story apartments rented. The "thinking" is heartening. The "rented" is not. Overall, a bleh sort of ( Read more... )