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So, I need to read more Milton (damn you, Paradise Lost), but I feel like I need to write for a bit, and I can't just work on the paper I want to work on or any of the other half-dozen things I need to do as well, because if I do them I won't read more Milton tonight, and I'm falling behind, so.... fuck you, Bainbridge Scholars. I'm updating my journal. Nyah.
Went to a good chiropractor again last week. I feel so much better that I've been practically giddy the past couple of days. It's really noticeable. Good stuff.
I'd like to go work out tomorrow. I don't think I can, given my work schedule. *checks hours and Google Calendar* Well, before work is out. I could get up and go walk if it's not raining, though, or maybe go after work. Before's a hell of a lot more likely, though, assuming I get my ass out of bed in time to do it. Not terribly likely, but I suppose it could happen. It depends on how far I get with Milton tonight.
I would like, for the record, to know what the fuck I was thinking when I signed up for this class. Milton is kicking my ass. I'm enjoying the experience, for the most part, but the problem is that it takes me for-freaking-ever to wade through his verse. And it just never ends, and there's no mooring point for any of it. It doesn't stick in my mind very well, and I have to write notes to myself in the margins to remind myself who's speaking, to make sense of metaphors, and all that jazz -- and I'm not the first person to have to do that, so you don't have to uncase the world's smallest violin for my sake, but I'm not used to it and the reading amounts and difficulty for this class is like whoa. I'm doing a bit better than treading water, but not much, and I need to cover some ground post haste.
Miss my kids a lot. Will talk to them tonight. I've almost reached a point of equilibrium, though. Hopefully tonight's call won't overthrow all that -- it's been quite the process getting there the past few weeks. Now, no reason it should, really, but still.
Okay, now that I've remembered I should skype, I should skype. Journal updating done for now... I'll try to get back to it again soon.
Went to a good chiropractor again last week. I feel so much better that I've been practically giddy the past couple of days. It's really noticeable. Good stuff.
I'd like to go work out tomorrow. I don't think I can, given my work schedule. *checks hours and Google Calendar* Well, before work is out. I could get up and go walk if it's not raining, though, or maybe go after work. Before's a hell of a lot more likely, though, assuming I get my ass out of bed in time to do it. Not terribly likely, but I suppose it could happen. It depends on how far I get with Milton tonight.
I would like, for the record, to know what the fuck I was thinking when I signed up for this class. Milton is kicking my ass. I'm enjoying the experience, for the most part, but the problem is that it takes me for-freaking-ever to wade through his verse. And it just never ends, and there's no mooring point for any of it. It doesn't stick in my mind very well, and I have to write notes to myself in the margins to remind myself who's speaking, to make sense of metaphors, and all that jazz -- and I'm not the first person to have to do that, so you don't have to uncase the world's smallest violin for my sake, but I'm not used to it and the reading amounts and difficulty for this class is like whoa. I'm doing a bit better than treading water, but not much, and I need to cover some ground post haste.
Miss my kids a lot. Will talk to them tonight. I've almost reached a point of equilibrium, though. Hopefully tonight's call won't overthrow all that -- it's been quite the process getting there the past few weeks. Now, no reason it should, really, but still.
Okay, now that I've remembered I should skype, I should skype. Journal updating done for now... I'll try to get back to it again soon.
