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Jun. 21st, 2006 09:01 amBefore the cafeteria opens and I can get something for my rumbling tummy.
I'm exhausted and feeling like hell. I know I've been saying pretty much the same thing for several weeks now, but that's because it doesn't seem to be changing. I keep cycling through a totally useless approach to having to wake up early -- I don't manage to get to sleep when I really need to (which would be 8:30 or 9pm), so I get progressively more sleep deprived for several days until I come home and collapse at 6pm for the night. I'm irritable and twitchy from the sleep-dep, and the nights when I do finally collapse early, I'm crashing out so early that the benefit is almost outweighed by the damage to my sleep pattern. Argh. I'll probably have managed to sort it all out right about the time my schedule goes back to normal, and then I'll be all crabby while I try to adjust my body back again.
OK, off to forage for food...
Oh, I do love Fresh Fruit Bar Wednesdays! I'm back with a nice big pile of cantaloupe and strawberries to ameliorate my mood. And Don managed to sneak real bacon out, too, instead of that turkey-based nastiness they made him switch to.
Patient-instructing last night was ok, and my hips didn't act up on me, but the students were lackluster at best. Also, apparently in my recent absence I've missed a lot of office politic drama there. I'll be working a lot more in July, and I'm looking forward to that, except for what it does to my schedule (with the aforementioned ideal bedtime, just getting home between 8pm and 9:15pm doesn't work so well). Still, it was good to see Liv and catch up with Steph.
I finished up The Chronicles of Chrestomanci last night, and enjoyed it thoroughly. While I'm waiting for the rest of the series to come in at the library, I'm reading Dragonsblood, Todd McCaffrey's first solo attempt writing in his mother's world. I won't pretend I read the Pern series as an example of the pinnacle of literary acheivement, especially in recent years, but that world has a huge place in my heart, and I find it incredibly soothing to revisit it. I remember Mom reading me the Harper Hall trilogy when I was 9 or so (family reading time, including full-length novels, has been a long-standing tradition with us -- it's also how I first heard the Narnia books and LOTR). I was obsessed with it during my adolesence; I had all the books, all the reference books, and even the damned video game. And I just remembered that one of my ceramics projects in 6th grade was a pernese dragon. *snort* Yeah, seriously obsessed. The series, and Anne McCaffrey's approach to it, has a very large element of "wish fulfillment for idealistic adolescent outcasts", and it was a major source of comfort and escape for me in those years. I think it still speaks to the idealistic but often socially awkward oddball in me, although I don't know whether I would've connected to it as strongly had I encountered it first as an adult. On the other hand, I'd say the argument can definitely be made that I've remained a total sap for those sorts of stories; I didn't encounter the Valdemar series 'til adulthood, and it had a very similar effect on me.
Oy. It's been two hours since I started this post. Time to end it here.
I'm exhausted and feeling like hell. I know I've been saying pretty much the same thing for several weeks now, but that's because it doesn't seem to be changing. I keep cycling through a totally useless approach to having to wake up early -- I don't manage to get to sleep when I really need to (which would be 8:30 or 9pm), so I get progressively more sleep deprived for several days until I come home and collapse at 6pm for the night. I'm irritable and twitchy from the sleep-dep, and the nights when I do finally collapse early, I'm crashing out so early that the benefit is almost outweighed by the damage to my sleep pattern. Argh. I'll probably have managed to sort it all out right about the time my schedule goes back to normal, and then I'll be all crabby while I try to adjust my body back again.
OK, off to forage for food...
Oh, I do love Fresh Fruit Bar Wednesdays! I'm back with a nice big pile of cantaloupe and strawberries to ameliorate my mood. And Don managed to sneak real bacon out, too, instead of that turkey-based nastiness they made him switch to.
Patient-instructing last night was ok, and my hips didn't act up on me, but the students were lackluster at best. Also, apparently in my recent absence I've missed a lot of office politic drama there. I'll be working a lot more in July, and I'm looking forward to that, except for what it does to my schedule (with the aforementioned ideal bedtime, just getting home between 8pm and 9:15pm doesn't work so well). Still, it was good to see Liv and catch up with Steph.
I finished up The Chronicles of Chrestomanci last night, and enjoyed it thoroughly. While I'm waiting for the rest of the series to come in at the library, I'm reading Dragonsblood, Todd McCaffrey's first solo attempt writing in his mother's world. I won't pretend I read the Pern series as an example of the pinnacle of literary acheivement, especially in recent years, but that world has a huge place in my heart, and I find it incredibly soothing to revisit it. I remember Mom reading me the Harper Hall trilogy when I was 9 or so (family reading time, including full-length novels, has been a long-standing tradition with us -- it's also how I first heard the Narnia books and LOTR). I was obsessed with it during my adolesence; I had all the books, all the reference books, and even the damned video game. And I just remembered that one of my ceramics projects in 6th grade was a pernese dragon. *snort* Yeah, seriously obsessed. The series, and Anne McCaffrey's approach to it, has a very large element of "wish fulfillment for idealistic adolescent outcasts", and it was a major source of comfort and escape for me in those years. I think it still speaks to the idealistic but often socially awkward oddball in me, although I don't know whether I would've connected to it as strongly had I encountered it first as an adult. On the other hand, I'd say the argument can definitely be made that I've remained a total sap for those sorts of stories; I didn't encounter the Valdemar series 'til adulthood, and it had a very similar effect on me.
Oy. It's been two hours since I started this post. Time to end it here.
