June 22nd, 2011


A lot went on today.

Have made it up to the dog for going out to karaoke after ice cream after softball. Gonna need a new bully stick. Hope she lets me sleep in.

This morning I woke up at 6 and went back to sleep. I dreamed, and the plot was all about how my dissertation was due. Today. Later today. And I hadn't started. I didn't even have an advisor or a committee, nor know who the hell is in my department any more. I was wandering around town (some town) and in a mall, maybe, or perhaps a campus building; stopped in a stairwell to cry. There was somebody, maybe a cleaning person, I was hoping would hear and comfort me.

It was all very stressful, but when I thought about packing it in and living with being ABD, it was too terrible a thought. I couldn't let go of the illusion that I might knock out a dissertation later that day, but I knew it wasn't going to be good, and facing the faculty was going to be difficult.

I think the dream's about money stresses, believe it or not.

When I woke up it was only 6:45. Could hardly believe all that had happened in 45 minutes of sleep.

I believe my topic had something to do with John Donne. I was going to have to read some John Donne, and in a hurry. But I wasn't starting that. I was walking around town.

Not very good sleeping weather tonight, I don't think.
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I just ordered many stretched and dried penises.

They're lots cheaper online than in the store.

Taking me forever to get through the spreadsheet backlog today. And it's not even that much. I'm like Uncle Joe (who's a-movin' kinda slow, at the Junction).

Today's main task: how to fit in the dog, the afternoon appointment, the store, the dog, the Humane Soc volunteer gathering, and the dog. And some meals. My options for where the store and the meals go act as the main stumbling block.

"Decide once" is all very well & good (which expression means actually, as used, its opposite) (like "perfectly good" means, actually, less than perfectly good, if still quite good enough), but -- and here I don't know how I want to finish the sentence, which was going to be about sometimes it being hard to come up with one alighting of decision to begin with.

Profligacy. A bugaboo.

Was I profligate with the many penises? Pound wise and penny foolish?