I realize we're all supposed to be happy in an "Everybody's Working for the Weekend" way on Fridays, but does anybody else have the thing that I have where by Friday they're so pooped that they barely want to get out of bed, let alone to go and teach a class and then to meet with a student about the prospect of grad school (initiated by the student, I may add, as in spite of my campaign against grad school, the patsies just keep on coming)?
In other news, this will be my last weekend of freedom, for between now and the end of March I need to:
1) Write a short reviewish type article.
2) Complete manuscript polishing and send it away to publisher.
Ok, that's only two things. But see, the thing is, I'm thinking about what I need to do after that, too:
1) Read a novel I've not read before but which apparently I will be presenting on in a few months' time.
2) Write two conference papers.
3) Finish the semester.
Oh, and above I shoud mention that I'll also be getting papers and midterms in that will need to be graded, and I'm teaching a bunch of stuff that I'm not super familiar with over the next month or two.
What is wrong with me? Why do I do this to myself? Why am I making myself late for school by whining?
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