I'll end up in the South Pacific Ocean.

Seska, yay for good news, boo for the being sick while deadlines.

{{Anne}}

I want to see today's ep of Wake Up With Laurie, but I'm in a Very Redundant class. I wonder when we'll learn something new.

I am going to Starbucks. The drive + walk + coffee might keep me awake enough to do some work while there.

I'm in a Very Redundant class. I wonder when we'll learn something new.

Why does this happen so often at uni? I used to sit in pointless classes calculating how much that session had cost me (about £150 an hour, if you don't account for also paying for resources, library etc). Maybe if I get one of the PhD teaching scholarships I'm applying for, these experiences will remind me to make classes vaguely worthwhile.

Hope your studies get more interesting soon, Shir.

Hope your studies get more interesting soon, Shir.

They mostly are. You know, it's just (mostly) sociology - the combination of their inferiority complex in the field of social sciences with (still. In the 5th week) repeating on last's year statistics makes my death wish grow.

But now I can calculate the regression for it.

Oh, and good luck with the productivity and waking up!

Weird. It's now 10:40 pm, pitch black, and I can hear a flock of parrots (lorikeets, I think) flying through my neighbourhood. This is not normal behaviour.

I'm in a Very Redundant class. I wonder when we'll learn something new.

Yeah, I've had that with one of my units this semester, a prereq I was obliged to take. (Did the exam yesterday.) I seriously learned nothing useful that I didn't already know. (I did, however, wind up tutoring three Chinese students, which may be useful if I try to get a job in teaching/training.)

Blarg. I'm feeling borderline okay, but it's variable. I may go in to work and see how things go. I'll give myself the option of taking a half sick-day.

The thing that's got me fretting is that I'm supposed to go to a concert tonight (Bruce Hornsby) with one of my co-workers. If there were multiple other people going with her, I would definitely bail. But since it's just me, I'd feel odd bailing on short notice. If I were feeling absolutely horrible, I would absolutely ditch, but I'm kind of borderline and may feel perfectly fine by this evening.

Again, thank you all for your sympathy and advice. I appreciate it more than I can say.

Anne, I hope your day goes well. Could you talk to the co-worker and let her know that your attendance is iffy, and give her the chance to find someone else to go to the concert - no hard feelings if she does knowing you might miss it even though you feel perfectly fine?

I need coffee.

Gronklies. I've got PT this morning. Don't wanna. I want to go back to bed.

their inferiority complex in the field of social sciences

I sense we are going to be taking opposite views on the awesomeness or otherwise of sociology for a long, long time.

But, ugh, statistics. They make me and the Baby Jesus cry, yes they do.

Continued health~ma, Anne.

My dissertation has pretty much everything written up except, um, results. Which isn't as bad as it sounds, as this study has turned out to be an exercise in how hard it is to get results in the context I was researching. But I'm at the word limit without having written up the results I do have. I'm going to have to do a hatchet job on a couple of thousand words from another section. This is probably going to feel like cutting off my own arm.

Cereal

I've got PT this morning. Don't wanna. I want to go back to bed.

Ooh, I know that feeling. Good luck. (I've got my annual course of PT coming up early in 2010. Not desperately looking forward to it. I'm also getting hydrotherapy though! Love that.)