November 18th, 2003

nancy fight


I can't put it off any longer. I must grade papers in order to get them back to the students by Friday.

I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it.

I have nothing against my students. I even think some of them are good writers and there are others who are, gratifyingly, improving. you'd think I'd get some satisfaction from this but I don't. I'd almost rather parade naked down Mission Street than grade papers.


guess things could be worse.
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seized up

I can't do it. I can't grade their papers. I did two, it took me two hours, and then I started on the third and although I know there are problems with it I can't articulate what they are because my head is all fuzzy.

this could be hormone lag since I belatedly gave myself my shot yesterday afternoon. there just isn't anything going on upstairs.

will have to apologize on Thursday and promise promise promise them their papers on Friday.

ugh. I wanted to get this over with but there is a point of diminishing returns and I've reached it already today.
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pretty vacant

well. I'm sure glad I resisted the urge for a beer last night because I wanted to be sharp as possible today.


I can barely make sense of the words on the screen. I have almost no energy even to read them.

I could have scored some hard drugs out front and stayed up all night doing them and achieved the exact same effect.

wasted opportunity.
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mutts earl


on the up side, here is what ups brought me today:

a screen protector for my powerbook
screen cleaner for my powerbook
new shoes!

now my screen is free of cat drool spots which although endearing were beginning to obscure the view.

the story with the shoes is a flimsy one but I thought it would just be less stressful to wear a pair of non-steel-toed boots to the airport and as the ones I had were rather worn I thought I had the perfect excuse to buy new ones. to pile rationalization upon rationalization, I also figure that if I have the courage to get on an airplane I deserve a nice present.

don't you think?

and in transit from Amazon is a dvd of Athens GA Inside/Out--finally I get to hear that Dreams So Real song in stereo!--plus two new Mutts books.

and through Amazon I found a 1949 first edition copy of Ray Allen Billington's Westward Expansion: a history of the American Frontier. this may only be exciting because I am a big dork.

internet shopping is a wonderful, wonderful thing.
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