November 9, 1999.

Today was a bit of a slow day. I had fully intended to make up my lost class time today, but 8 a.m. was a bit too hard for me after all the vacationing I've been doing lately. Besides, I reasoned as I shut off the alarm, I had one hell of a migraine yesterday. It's best not to push it. So I slept another three hours or so & lounged around for a good part of the morning, fielding emails about Game & getting used to the idea that Dirk is a hot hawg buffing prospect while I don't generate any excitement whatsoever.

Oh well. The Boy loves me.

But it wasn't all unwashed lounging (well, most of it was). This afternoon I started the hard part of my teacher's college application - namely, the description of teaching experience and how those experiences have contributed to my knowledge of today's students and to my emerging philosophy of teaching. It's enough to make you gag, isn't it?

So I worked on that a bit & made sure that I wasn't behind the 8 ball for any of the 101 other things I need to request/send/complete/pay for in order to have the holy privilege of applying to teacher's college. The whole thing took me hours. Hours. Good thing I like filling out forms.

When that was done, I caught up on 2 weeks worth of European History & prepared my presentation questions on the rise of the Absolute State. This also took hours. In fact, my only time off this evening has been to (shamefully) watch Buffy. I have a million writing things that'll have to be done later...including writing a full report of my fantabulous Edmonton trip. Thus I'm behind some sort of ball (possibly the 4 ball), and on that note I'll kiss you goodnight.