oh and I managed to get out of bed with my alarm this morning. I had to force my eyes open a couple of times to keep from falling back asleep. I turned the volume up a notch before going to bed but I'm thinking I should set it to some obnoxious loud morning show on hard rock station instead of npr. no matter what they are talking about--war, catastrophe, anything--they always do so in the most soothing tone possible. not that great for getting up perhaps.

I'm just trying to avoid making the alarm so shrill that all I can think to do is turn it off immediately. that's how I sleep through things.

today I must grade a bunch of papers as I promised them this week and this week is beginning to take a turn for the finish. I need to get back to the dissertation too but I think I can do that over the weekend. I have no big plans otherwise and since we are still looking at Lacan in class on Monday I don't have all that much work to do to prepare. basically we will just be going through the text one word at a time and seeing how many associations spring up from each one. Lacan is like a bad dream in this way.

duty calls. why doesn't it ever call in sick?