Today

I had a murderous time getting out of bed. I must have gone back to it at least 4 or 5 times and only left my bed because I had plans I was already behind on. Had to wave the promise of caffeine in front of myself to get going. It was so sad.

Eventually though, I got my lazy bum going and headed to the library, where I picked up copious quantities of Dumont and two books on Yugoslavia I've read by needed for reference. Then I headed over to Ryan's , where I settled in on the couch to work.... sort of. I got a bit done, but my concentration was shot. I was everywhere but re-writing my paper. Ended up re-reading Cerulean Sins (what I grabbed to read on the bus) because I suck that much. On the up side - I got about 2.5 pages worked on and I have my books now, plus the flat is locked up nice and tight. I'm not totally pleased, but if I can focus enough to do something else tonight, it might help.

Time to break out the Dumont. Homo Hierarchicus here I come!

Quote

Caught my eye when perusing the brain-candy that is Laurell K. Hamilton. Some days, this describes exactly how I feel. Plus it makes me giggle.

I know it made no sense, but it was still true. I'd stopped trying to talk myself out of myself and begun to try and work with what I had. I was a mess of contradictions. Wasn't everybody? Though admittedly, I might be a teensy bit more contradictory than most."

-Anita Black
Ceulean Sins (2003)
by Laurell K. Hamilton
Ch 44, pg 342