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Oct. 6th, 2004 12:02 amI did not get out of bed until after seven. That was bad of me. I'm tempted to blame Mim, because while she was here I had odd sense of responsibility going, and now she ain't. But that's bollocks.
My supervisor emailed me to ask why I hadn't gone to see him today - or, no, express disappointment that I hadn't, or such - so I replied and it ended up being a bit of a babble which was joyous.
And then there was an American boy in here printing a resume and he asked if the printer was working and got me to check his grammar on one point. If I'd been having a good day I might have flirted with him because he seemed nice. But it was odd.
Everything is odd.
I'm trying to read papers in between fic, because I told supervisor I'd skimmed through papers and that was kind of a lie. But not entirely. So I'm skimming papers. And I'll go see him, and I'll go to lecture, and I'll buy print quota, and I'll go babble at Maggie, and. stuff. pretend to be a semi-competent human being. or not. do laundry. spotlight have a poetry open mic at nine in taste. and there's the thing in the byre before that.
eek. supervisor has replied. what is he doing awake at this hour? I mean, he has little kids so he could be awake but why online? is supposed to be adult. Grr. He says:
"I appreciate the problems you are having with your health, and am trying to help you refocus on the simple task of reporting how much you've learned from reading two three papers in three weeks time. Sorry to be a pain to drag you out of bed, but if we meet regularly, things will be under control." Which is all very well and good and not condescending in the slightest. Aargh. They won't be all right, I'll just lie to him more. Gah. I use it as an excuse and I'm perfectly aware of this. Dammit.
Um. I should go. Um. Sleep? Something. No, read papers. That's it. Yes.
My supervisor emailed me to ask why I hadn't gone to see him today - or, no, express disappointment that I hadn't, or such - so I replied and it ended up being a bit of a babble which was joyous.
And then there was an American boy in here printing a resume and he asked if the printer was working and got me to check his grammar on one point. If I'd been having a good day I might have flirted with him because he seemed nice. But it was odd.
Everything is odd.
I'm trying to read papers in between fic, because I told supervisor I'd skimmed through papers and that was kind of a lie. But not entirely. So I'm skimming papers. And I'll go see him, and I'll go to lecture, and I'll buy print quota, and I'll go babble at Maggie, and. stuff. pretend to be a semi-competent human being. or not. do laundry. spotlight have a poetry open mic at nine in taste. and there's the thing in the byre before that.
eek. supervisor has replied. what is he doing awake at this hour? I mean, he has little kids so he could be awake but why online? is supposed to be adult. Grr. He says:
"I appreciate the problems you are having with your health, and am trying to help you refocus on the simple task of reporting how much you've learned from reading two three papers in three weeks time. Sorry to be a pain to drag you out of bed, but if we meet regularly, things will be under control." Which is all very well and good and not condescending in the slightest. Aargh. They won't be all right, I'll just lie to him more. Gah. I use it as an excuse and I'm perfectly aware of this. Dammit.
Um. I should go. Um. Sleep? Something. No, read papers. That's it. Yes.
