it's that time of year. only not the same as it used to be.after 3 months with no work, tuesday begin summer classes. usually this time of year, i feel a twinge, but mostly ready to pick up the routine again. this time, having accomplished nothing in my free months and having been invaded by the giant depression for so long, i have merely dread--and pity-- for my poor students. all i want is to curl up under the covers of my bed and stay there. get up to eat, pee, read a little, and cry.then i'm free from misery and fear, my identical twin shadows. maybe it will work out better than i thought. i've had a few respites, after all. maybe teaching again [with incomplete notes; some have vanished] but still, i know most of this stuff.
i really hoped i'd have something light, interesting, fun, illuminating to write here, but nothing emerges. depression defines the keyboard. normally when i have nothing to say that isn't dipped in misery, i don't write. but it's been so long since i've used my blog, i fear i'm letting it bleed to death and no one will ever get back if they think i'm not writing.
so hold on, fair readers; maybe things will turn around soon and i'll have something worth saying. meanwhile, remember my new little prayer:
now i lay me down to sleep;
i pray the lord my soul to keep,
and if i die before i wake...
Thanks.
i really hoped i'd have something light, interesting, fun, illuminating to write here, but nothing emerges. depression defines the keyboard. normally when i have nothing to say that isn't dipped in misery, i don't write. but it's been so long since i've used my blog, i fear i'm letting it bleed to death and no one will ever get back if they think i'm not writing.
so hold on, fair readers; maybe things will turn around soon and i'll have something worth saying. meanwhile, remember my new little prayer:
now i lay me down to sleep;
i pray the lord my soul to keep,
and if i die before i wake...
Thanks.
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