FWD/Forward has taken off like a rocket ship. I have actual content, written by me, going up soon. (It's been hard for me to write original content - mostly I do linkspams and arrange guest posting.)
Grading Hell is going relatively well - the prof I'm marking things for told me he was pleased with the last set of exams. I'm not incompetent! This is awesome!
Don's vocal cord is still not working properly. But, his wheelchair was repaired, even though they blamed it on him at first (He obviously went out without much battery power left in the chair. That must have been it, and not the loose wiring that they discovered when they actually looked into the problem.)
Oh hey! People made awesome suggestions on helping Don out with the whole talking in public thing (He can talk in quiet situations, but anywhere where there's more than library study area noise and you can't hear him). I took a piece of white paper and got it laminated, and bought some cheap dry-erase pens. He hasn't used it too much because it's getting into the colder season and he doesn't have a lot of energy, but the option is now there, and it makes things easier. Thank you for the suggestions and thoughts.
I am forbidding myself from taking on any more tasks this year omg. I'm on (adds on fingers) five committees. FWD is a lot of (good, wonderful, exciting) work. I'm hoping to take on more marking because it's good experience. I'm applying for various grants. I have classes. Oh, yeah, and that pesky thesis writing. *headdesk* This is why I can't have nice things, people, I always end up making myself too busy.
So, of course I'm doing NaNo. Unlike every other year, when I went in with a plan, this year my plan is "I don't know, write things and see what happens." And thus, I'm already ahead of any previous year of work, in that I already have 3770 words that are not in my thesis or on my historiography essay or in my SSHRC application. Go me. That procrastination thing is awesome. (This is me!. No, I won't tell you what my book is about. It has magic, and it takes place in Halifax, and there's a talking cat who sounds like the Marquis de Carabas in my head.)
And yet, I'm lonely. I haaaate that this year is so busy, that last year was so busy. Katie & Emmy are very tolerant friends who let me basically ignore them except for a couple of hours of watching t.v. together (during which I yell at the screen - y'all do not want to watch t.v. with me), and Mel & Seth are so nice about the occasional "Oh yeah, you're alive, that's good" email being our primary form of contact. I have no idea why anyone would want to be my off-line friend, since it seems to amount to "people you don't see much and hardly communicate with". (I don't even spend much time keeping up on email that isn't directly related to what I'm doing. Woe.)
I just realised this isn't a list, but a series of paragraphs, and I could have made it not a list, but now I don't want to go back and change anything because my prose is deathless and perfect.
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troubleinchina) wrote,
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