Distress / Destress

It’s a bullet point kind of day.

  • Finished one entire set of papers when I woke up early. I finished it in one hour, which is the most productive I’ve been in a long time. I’m thinking of doing it again tonight: sleep early, wake up early. Let’s see where this brings me.
  • Class 1 was awesome. Class 2 was late but still awesome. Classes 3 and 4 were also awesome. White Obama made it awesome. (This pic is ridiculous, but I still laughed. I’m sorry.)
Click pic to go to source. Accessed November 9, 2014

Click pic to go to source. Accessed November 9, 2014

  • Plans ruined. No, not really. Just… will be modifying them.
  • Back pain still there. Salonpas didn’t work so well. It eased the pain from Level: Immobile to Level: Discomfort, so I guess it was okay.
  • The Science Lab is LOOOOOOVE. I don’t know why I ever stopped using it as my checking room. It’s the best place to focus on checking. ZERO distractors and annoyances.
  • I worry about my students.
  • I cry. My new favorite person left. Every time I approached her, I would find myself on the verge of tears. And then come meeting time, I found myself on the verge of tears again from what we were talking about. AND IT’S NOT EVEN THAT TIME OF THE MONTH ANYMORE. And now I’m watching a local telenovela as I type this, and I’m crying again. WHY do my tears fall so easily?
  • These two characters are talking about death and I think about how I feel about it. When we talk of mortality, we speak of our children. (Joan Didion). In my case, I’m thinking about my parents. I think about my siblings. I think about my friends. I… Hm. I don’t want to think about this now.
  • Ryan Chua on TV right now. Nippage, dude. Stop wearing tight shirts.

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