gillpolack @ 2012-08-07T22:40:00

It's only 10.30 and I'm staring at the screen and forgetting what I meant to do. This isn't helped by a little spider floating down from the ceiling and determinedly trying to stop me from getting into cupboards. I look at it, wondering why.

It'll be a couple of weeks before I'm used to the 'teach Tuesday night, teach Wednesday morning, teach Thursday night' pattern again. Tonight I'm tired early because tomorrow is the eye checkup. That eye caused me so much strife (what with the burglary and all) that I'm really not sure I want to go to the hospital after teaching. If I don't, though, and things get worse, then it'll be my own idiotic fault. So, anyhow, at least I get to pay a quick trip to the library in between one thing and another, and, if I move very quickly indeed, also to eat lunch and get a coffee. And I shall see a great deal of Canberra by bus, which is terribly exciting.

I don't know where that sarcasm came from. As soon as I find out, I shall return it there and nail the lid down on it. In the meantime, I may want to sleep, but I still have ten references to hunt before I'm allowed to. Only ten. If ambition were only made of sterner stuff, I'd do twenty and maybe discover the danger of world domination.