Torontonians, I need your help!

My evil nemesis, Snooze Button, has struck again. Torontonians, I need your help in besting him. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to call me at the same time every morning to make sure I'm awake. Or I could call you. Or we could alternate. I'm thinking 7:30-8:00 as the wake-up time. If you're interested in helping me wake up in time, let me know and we'll work out details.

And now, onwards to yesterday!

( Second thoughts from the gym )

( What do you get when you combine 4 types of chili, 3 types of pie, and 3 hours of live jazz? )

Today I woke up too late, and still haven't had breakfast. On the agenda for today: lots of schoolwork. Lots and lots. Ideally a trip to the library as well. Have a great day, everyone!

A moment of self-doubt

So here I am, sitting at my computer, more-or-less unable to get up, paralized by the running dialogue in my head, "I can't do this. There's too much work. I'll never be able to write my papers. I'll never graduate. If my profs knew how much I was flailing, they'd kick me out now and save us both the long agony of deterioration..."

I know, objectively, that this isn't really true. I'll get to the end of semester, write my papers, do moderately decently on them, (hopefully) pass the Latin exam, and get my piece of paper that lets me add two more letters to the end of my name. But that doesn't stop the internal dialogue. This is what I hate most about grad school: the feeling of utter helplessness and despair that sometimes hits me.

Please note: this is not an opportunity for you to tell me:
1. how much more stress you have than I do. I'm not in a "world's most overwhelmed person" contest.
2. that I'm spoiled and that my life is wonderful. I know that already.
3. that I'm smart and will make it through. I know that too.

Blargh. I'm off to the library in the hopes that SOME of the articles I saw on IMB will be halfway-useful in my papers. I've got a month and a half left, and no solid research yet.

Enough for one day

( My day, in somewhat boring detail. I blame William of Conches. )

It's only 9:30, so I may attempt to get the Latin stuff done after all. Also, I plan to take a nice, long shower to relax and let my eyes refocus. That's it for tonight. Tomorrow classes start again after their one-week hiatus. G'night all.