The Final(s) Countdown

Just two and a half weeks left in the semester and i am as usual TRYING NOT TO PANIC

But here are some things that are keeping me sane (are going to keep me sane [oh please oh please]):

• Eureka. I am on season 3.5 and it keeps getting better.
• I should have listed this first, but Netflix (under the capacious umbrella of which Eureka would accurately fall).
• Chocolate. I know. I'm a total girl. and I have some cadburys in the freezer right now.
• Candles. I like fire.
• My roommates. One of whom will be in CANADA til WEDNESDAY which is UNACCEPTABLE except that you know the world does not revolve around me.
• Pandora.
• Christmas. And all things pertaining thereto.
• Sleep. Something I didn't appreciate as a youth. But now, in seasoned age, I can appreciate it for all of its full loveliness.
• Jesus. Who operates kind of the way Netflix does, a few items up, in that everything I've listed should properly be ascribed to Him.

Okay, kids, let's get this underway. Tomorrow my students start their oral presentations and I owe them donuts. Also I have to start writing intelligent things about Klingons, and some abotu Shakespeare, and science fiction dystopias, and Victorian novels.

I AM NOT PANICKING

And Again

Maybe I'm writing this because I have my entire day planned out in order to achieve maximum productivity over this Thanksgiving break, and I'm rebelling against it by sabotaging myself.

Maybe I'm writing now because I feel like poor November has been slighted in posts this year (that's not why).

Maybe I'm writing now because I have Something to Say of Utmost Importance that Will Change Everything.

Who am I kidding?

Gotta get to work. Maybe I'll finish what I started here once I can finish everything else.

Cold feet

Because it is 63 degrees out right now. Which is relatively cold--relatively, for the weather we had during October, which was nice but could have reasonably dropped another 15 degrees or so. I cannot express how badly I want Thanksgiving, and Christmas.

This is attributable to several factors:
1. missing the fam
2. academic apathy (my poor students. my poor professors.)
3. disliking Oklahoma.

It's not exactly Oklahoma's fault, understand. It's just that our relationship has grown stale. Six years is long enough. Now if I only knew where to go next...

All in due time. But for now, Dean Martin, Boyz II Men, and my Shakespeare paper are all beckoning me to rejoin them. I will think snowy thoughts and produce brilliant prose about Desdemona.