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I'm still tacking towards MA exams, including whipping the attendant papers into shape. Today is designated for Getting The Damn Cadet Nurses Off My Desk, which means going through the paper with a fine-tooth comb to make all the technical alterations my advisor suggested and then adding a few paragraphs to punch things up a bit. Today should also include writing some more book summaries, since I didn't do any yesterday, but if I get the nurses whipped into shape, I'll be satisfied.
Yesterday was very nice, if completely and totally unproductive. I walked on the bike trail to the Sad Mall, where I executed a (for me) impressive act of planning. The supermarket is at the near end of the mall, Target at the far end, and Staples is across the street from Target. I strolled through the Giant upon arrival, pen and paper in hand to record the prices of everything I wanted, but I didn't buy anything. I walked through the mall (pausing too much to browse the dollar store and the big lots) to Target, where I found a few of the things I wanted for better prices than at the supermarket. Then I went over to Staples to get a printer cartridge, the ultimate goal of the expedition. The plan was to retrace my steps through the mall to the supermarket and then buy the stuff that could best be purchased there. However, while in Target I got a call from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
breadandroses with an invitation to make belated hamentaschen, an invitation I found I could not resist. Therefore, I skipped the grocery shopping in favor of hotfooting it back along the bike path to my metro stop. I met her near Catholic U and we had a nice walk before heading back to her place for cookie-receipe-finding, cookie-making, and West Wing watching.
This has been (and so far this morning continues to be) the week of mood swings: I go from 'shoot, I can actually do this! I'm actually going to finish!' to 'fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck' The trick is to keep working no matter which end I'm on.
I'm not very good at the trick. But I'm getting lots of practice.
Yesterday was very nice, if completely and totally unproductive. I walked on the bike trail to the Sad Mall, where I executed a (for me) impressive act of planning. The supermarket is at the near end of the mall, Target at the far end, and Staples is across the street from Target. I strolled through the Giant upon arrival, pen and paper in hand to record the prices of everything I wanted, but I didn't buy anything. I walked through the mall (pausing too much to browse the dollar store and the big lots) to Target, where I found a few of the things I wanted for better prices than at the supermarket. Then I went over to Staples to get a printer cartridge, the ultimate goal of the expedition. The plan was to retrace my steps through the mall to the supermarket and then buy the stuff that could best be purchased there. However, while in Target I got a call from
breadandroses with an invitation to make belated hamentaschen, an invitation I found I could not resist. Therefore, I skipped the grocery shopping in favor of hotfooting it back along the bike path to my metro stop. I met her near Catholic U and we had a nice walk before heading back to her place for cookie-receipe-finding, cookie-making, and West Wing watching. This has been (and so far this morning continues to be) the week of mood swings: I go from 'shoot, I can actually do this! I'm actually going to finish!' to 'fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck' The trick is to keep working no matter which end I'm on.
I'm not very good at the trick. But I'm getting lots of practice.
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