Better?
I’ve been desperately trying to think of something to talk about between being back to school, attending half a dozen weddings and trying to grapple with the idea of Elizabeth I as a feminist icon for my masters essay.
And I wonder if that might be the problem – that I am too busy to have anything to really say. I can remember being bored out of my brain, lonely and wanting a boyfriend penning 5 entries a day – all of them saying ME ME ME! Notice me world – even if I barely seem to exist. SEE me NOTICE me.
I exist too much at the moment… being pulled apart from pillar to post and beyond. The marking is piling up, the essay is (frankly)crap, the rounds are being gotten in and there is SingStar. Waiting.
I’ve been sad for a few days now, and the boy is frustrated about how long this will go on for. “Will you be better by the weekend?” he asked this morning as I painted an airhostess smile across my face with a melon juicy tube.
Better by the weekend? I can’t be any better than this, I’m barely staying afloat!
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Fabulous / Website (5.1.07 09:38) oh this doesnt sound good at all. Sounds like you need a you time to discover who you are. But starting with juicy tube is always good |
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amillionpieces / Website (5.1.07 12:14) Can you not take just one day completely off to give yourself and the boy a break? It'll probably help with the work too, its good to take a break and then come at something again. |
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Katja / Website (5.1.07 15:05) Ah, Singstar! I suggest an evening of forgetting about everything except belting out 80s hits ridiculously loudly. Then, when you've lost your voice the next day, you can settle down and clear the marking backlog. I'd say leave the essay for a wee while until your head is feeling clearer - it will only get worse if you continue to fiddle with it while you're feeling like you do. It's all about sorting out the priorities. Break everything down into manageable chunks and it will be better in no time. |