So when they ask me later, I won’t tell them how it’s going

8 11 2009

So much to do, so little inclination to follow through.

Grading. A kajillion papers. Or 70. Somewhere in there.

The papers aren’t long. If I start grading now, do some tomorrow night, then Tuesday and Wednesday, I’ll be fine.

Or I could just wait until Wednesday—night—and stay up too late and get too little sleep and plow through and end up kicking myself for being such a procrastinating idiot.

Hmmmm, wonder what I’ll do.

Then again, I punted on dealing with the whole credit thing, but  that’s taken finally been taken care of. For now. And If I get a real job, there’ll be no worries at all.

Of course, there are all these worries over getting a real job.

And I’m doing all I can to get a real job—ja, you betcha. Sure.

That’s on the list, eh? And we all know how well that whole list thing is going, right-o? Sure.

If only I were motivated by free-floating anxiety.




3 responses

9 11 2009

My Mom was a teacher when I was a kid. I always told her just to give ’em all “B’s”. She never took my advice.

I probably wouldn’t have made the best teacher…

9 11 2009

Tell me about it.

I think an infusion of beer is required. Get those papers done sooner than later. I think we’re planning a powwow this weekend.

13 11 2009

GH: Believe me, if I could get away with it. . . .

C: Beer. Yes.

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