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dchenesI bailed on my trombone lesson last night because it wouldn't have been worth it, since I hadn't practiced all week. I've got something like eight minutes of paper written (I know that because I read it out loud). I swore I wasn't going to do it, but it looks like I'm going to be one of those people who's working on their presentation in the airport, and on the plane. I didn't want to have to do that, but I'm fighting with myself so much that I'm not getting anything done. I've certainly got another twelve minutes of material to talk about, but I can't seem to get it to come out right.
I had a friend in high school whose last resort was laundry; if she was doing laundry instead of homework, she REALLY didn't want to do homework. I don't even have a last resort right now. Everything else I could be doing isn't competing with me for time and brain space. And somehow I still can't write this paper. BAZZ FAZZ.
On top of which, I've fallen back into the habit of eating too much, and I know it, and it's annoying me because I can't stop. I should just give up making pasta at home. (And I will, as soon as I have breathing space enough to think about cooking anything more complicated than pasta for dinner.)
At least I'm not getting sick. (Yet. Due to the nature of long plane trips and the germ pool I work in, I'll probably wake up on Monday with pneumonia.)
I had a friend in high school whose last resort was laundry; if she was doing laundry instead of homework, she REALLY didn't want to do homework. I don't even have a last resort right now. Everything else I could be doing isn't competing with me for time and brain space. And somehow I still can't write this paper. BAZZ FAZZ.
On top of which, I've fallen back into the habit of eating too much, and I know it, and it's annoying me because I can't stop. I should just give up making pasta at home. (And I will, as soon as I have breathing space enough to think about cooking anything more complicated than pasta for dinner.)
At least I'm not getting sick. (Yet. Due to the nature of long plane trips and the germ pool I work in, I'll probably wake up on Monday with pneumonia.)
