Finally!
Hey everyone! Look, I'm still alive! Barely perhaps—or so it feels like today—but here I am anyway.
Contrary to popular (i.e., one person's) belief, I have neither been incarcerated nor locked up in a convent for the past however long it's been since my last post. I have, however, been a) working, b) writing (or avoiding it, which takes even MORE energy than the actual writing), c) running (gotta get in shape for the Nike Women's Half-Marathon!), d) trying to have some semblance of something that might approach the rudiments of a social life.
Needless to say, I'm exhausted.
Speaking of writing, I am now just past the halfway point of my second semester. Hard to believe how fast it's going. If I were a better, less completely frazzled writer, I'd come up with some metaphor for the speed with which the seasons are flying by, but I can't. Two nights of last-minute panic putting together a packet of writing that went out this morning have sapped every last drop of creativity that I had, and I have nothing left to give. Sorry. You will have to make up your own metaphor this time.
And please don't ask me what a metaphor is, or I will throw my beloved copy of The Elements of Style at you. (In addition to being tired, I am also cranky. In case you couldn't tell.)
On the plus side of life, today is Friday. That means tomorrow is Saturday. And since I sent off my writing packet today, that means I can actually *gasp* enjoy the weekend.
Wow. Now I have to think of something fun to do, I guess. Hmm, that could take some work.
D'oh! Work does not equal fun, so that means I've ruined my weekend in advance, before it's even happened. I am a talented girl, aren't I?
I really, really, really need more sleep...
Contrary to popular (i.e., one person's) belief, I have neither been incarcerated nor locked up in a convent for the past however long it's been since my last post. I have, however, been a) working, b) writing (or avoiding it, which takes even MORE energy than the actual writing), c) running (gotta get in shape for the Nike Women's Half-Marathon!), d) trying to have some semblance of something that might approach the rudiments of a social life.
Needless to say, I'm exhausted.
Speaking of writing, I am now just past the halfway point of my second semester. Hard to believe how fast it's going. If I were a better, less completely frazzled writer, I'd come up with some metaphor for the speed with which the seasons are flying by, but I can't. Two nights of last-minute panic putting together a packet of writing that went out this morning have sapped every last drop of creativity that I had, and I have nothing left to give. Sorry. You will have to make up your own metaphor this time.
And please don't ask me what a metaphor is, or I will throw my beloved copy of The Elements of Style at you. (In addition to being tired, I am also cranky. In case you couldn't tell.)
On the plus side of life, today is Friday. That means tomorrow is Saturday. And since I sent off my writing packet today, that means I can actually *gasp* enjoy the weekend.
Wow. Now I have to think of something fun to do, I guess. Hmm, that could take some work.
D'oh! Work does not equal fun, so that means I've ruined my weekend in advance, before it's even happened. I am a talented girl, aren't I?
I really, really, really need more sleep...
posted by grackyfrogg @ 2:27 PM
1 Comments:
At 11:09 AM ,
beccaline said...
I would much rather have elements of style thrown at me than say, how to read a book. Something about that one rankles. ;)
Good to hear you are still alive in la la land. Sounds like you are crazy busy my friend! Still bummed not to have been able to stop by on the way cross-country, but hey... next time? (tee hee)
Have the strange busy but not busy thing going here, especially as i'm living onsite at my job (its a conference center of sorts) and so even down time is sort of work time. It'll take some getting used to.
Hope that you stay sane. Or at least a little. And brava to you doing the marathon! Very impressive!
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