5:00 a.m.--after 3 hours of sleep, get up, finish writing paper on Beloved
8:00--finish paper, continue reading Indian Killer
2:00 p.m.--take shower
2:15--continue reading Indian Killer
6:00--finish reading Indian Killer, a 400 page marathon (didn't like it!); eat supper; drive to campus
7:00--sit in MultiCulti class for 3 hours
10:00--come home, finish response paper for MultiCulti
11:30--start preparing for teaching tomorrow
12:00--cry
12:15--collapse in bed (this is in the future, but at the moment I'm really looking forward to it)
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
the day
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WOW.
I don't envy you at all.
I was going to try and come up with something positive, encouraging and uplifting, but all I could think of is the #$%@ that I hear on one of Anchorage's christian radios.
I also did a lot of reading recently. But it doesn't compare. Allnighter to read A Walk In The Woods, allnighter to read Lee Child's The Enemy, and another allnighter to read Killing Floor, another Lee Child. He writes like Tom Clancy + Hemingway. Short sentences. Gets to the point. I like it.
Thanks for the link in your "loving" section. I can commiserate with your exhaustion, for sure. Sounds like you have a lot on your plate. As soneone who has a toddler, is working on my PhD dissertation, and recently moved 1,000 miles across the country, I find that taking life one day at a time, even one minute at a time, can really help. Meditation, even 5-10 minutes a day is pretty much essential for me, even if it's just staring out of the window and thinking about nothing.
Best of luck, and thanks again for reading "astonished".
Bet you didn't know I read your postings eh?! Surprise! It feels so mysterious to know so much about someone's life without their knowing (up until now that is).
Get some sleep :).
is that you, Lisa?
Ah yes, it's me Lisa! Remember, the one you burnt legs with in Jamaica?! :)
legs?? i burnt a lot more than just my legs in jamaica! that was a fun time. remember harassment beach? good times.
The spider poet crawls again . . . or perhaps dangles precariously by a thin piece of silk.
I find it interesting how you write in your blog when it gets really bad. There are a lot of people out here loving you.
I also find it interesting how I'm "talking" to you while you are in the next room reading! Perhaps I'll go see how you are doing.
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