Almost 2 am? Already?

I don't know why I'm still awake. I blame the tea.

Today, I taught. I suppose it's a bad sign that, five minutes before every class I teach, I have a vain hope that my students won't actually show up and that I'll be off the hook. I don't know whether this is a sign that I shouldn't be doing what I'm doing, or simply that I'm still nervous and finding my way.

Anyway. This afternoon featured coffee with Ian, this evening tea with Marc. I had a lovely time with Marc, actually. We spent about five hours just talking, the conversation ranging from gaming to life plans. It was like old times. I missed those conversations.

In any case, since Marc left about an hour ago, I've been reading old lj posts and old stories of mine. I suppose I should sleep, but I don't really want to. I was really tired when Marc left, but since then the fatigue has mostly left me. My mind is fidgety. I want to write, but don't have any stories in mind. Besides, in my present state of mind, I doubt anything I'd write would be particularly good.

Feh. Stupid caffein.

Oh, and for those who didn't ask: Daily Breadcrumbs will come out tomorrow. I didn't get a chance to write it today.

I've done nothing all day

Today's essay on Daily Breadcrumbs (a day late and somewhat overlong, sorry) is about the ten commandments.

So far, the sum total of my productivity today has consisted of: 1. writing Daily Breadcrumbs, 2. finding some references for a course I want to design and teach, and 3. putting some karate stuff onto my computer. Other than that, I've done nothing but watch podcasts and browse the internet.

On the one hand, I've wanted a lazy day for a while. On the other, I'm feeling fidgety. The mood from last night hasn't entirely left me. I don't really want to go to the library, because their system is down and I can't borrow anything from them. I suppose I could make some tea and read, or do any other number of things, but my body doesn't want to move, even while my mind is going nuts.

Ah, the joys of being me.

I really have nothing interesting to say today. Sorry.

Some afternoon introspection

I was speaking with Marc yesterday, and I considered (as I often have, over the last two months) how different I feel in the "real world" as compared to being a post-secondary student or in the SCA.

( Some implications of the above statement behind the cut. Mostly boring and introspective -- feel free to skip. )

Hiding in plain sight

For the last few days, I've been bemoaning the fact that the TMR library is not allowing me to take out books, because their computer system is down. Alas! Alack! No books!

So tonight, in the hunt for a book I'd been lent a long time ago, I realized that I've got at least 5 boxes of books. Some of them I haven't read in over ten years. Some I've never read. One of these boxes is right by my bedroom door.

Right. Sometimes my own blindness is shocking.