Wasting Time

I haven't felt more out of touch than during the second half of this week, when I had neither a landline nor a net connection. (The lack of landline precluded using dial-up, though now that the phone is back, I can't seem to find the other modem.) I have been speding the morning trying to keep tabs on my usual net haunts for the last four days' information.

Hi, I'm Switch and I'm a netholic.

Paperwork, Legwork and Avoiding Work

So, after some soul searching, and a bit of leisurely walk, my next semester has a little more direction in its step. So, now I am my desk trying to avoid work by actually doing work.

It's a little strange that when my mind is not prepared to do work, my body steps to the fore eagerly to distract it.

Additional information: I do my best work when I am locked in a world of music, usually with earphones when in front of a keyboard and a monitor, and using a special "Checking mix" CD for pen-and-paperwork.

Embarrassment

I am thouroughly underdressed for the dressing down I will subject myself to later today.

Compromises

Many compromises have been made today, that should have equated to less worrisome choices of slight in earlier days and weeks. They say that an old dog cannot learn new tricks, yet a young man cannot seem to turn over a new leaf in time.

Sigh. Life continues, bruised yet intact.