I've done that thing again. And I'm committing faux-pas by referencing it (however obliquely). Nevertheless, here I am.
|Pictured: not something I actually looked at this last week.|
Apparently I downloaded it sometime in 2012.
Eh, probably not.
Despite preparing much data noodling in advance (and I can noodle data well) I am not attending to updates and changes as well as I should. Despite attending to my employee problems (and I'm historically poor at this) I am not marking like I ought. Throw in the late nights (never earlier than 11pm) and you have a heady mix. Oh, and coffee. I may have mentioned how I don't usually drink caffeine in the past, well, it effects me a lot. So a couple of coffees... Oh, and my back went on Sunday. It sort of... went. I couldn't move and it was pain. Anyway, that's going away now because I can wait (I think I covered this) and things like this go away if I wait long enough.
|Ha ha, I'm not female, not in a chastity belt and Tilly doesn't|
care enough to make the whole 'no sex' thing funny.
Or... something. Mini-depression, you make your own rules,
apparently. I may have read too many Cracked articles...
|Not quite these boots, but near enough these boots.|
Actually, looking at it, maybe these boots after all.
At work I am finding actual work hard. I have two new courses to plan out, and I am doing poorly with both. I mean, at least the History based one is easy to bullshit my way through with enough understanding that the students aren't being failed by me - but the Sociology one is... well, it's not my forte. I'll have to actually, y'know, read and stuff. And, for the first time ever, my mind is teflon coated. Well, no, I did it with Frederick the Great and eighteenth century warfare back in my MA, and with my stuff on the Reivers for my BA dissertation... and politics in seventeenth century Europe... and my personal study at A Level... and... you know what, this seems to happen a lot with anything involving being out of my comfort zone. So, okay, not unusual, but bloody annoying.
Now, the whining:
Wah - can't parent.
Wah - Tilly more engrossed with book than me. And her writing buddy. And, well, pretty much anything else. Wah. Wah wah fucking wah.
Wah - tired.
Wah - bored.
Wah - beer brewing makes poor home-brew. Quelle surprise.
Now, off to find oddly specific porn.