Some of you may have noticed I’ve been a little quiet on LiveJournal recently. Like, the past week.
I’ve been in self-imposed isolation, having taken the week off work to write my school thesis papers.
Now, I did the right thing and went to the pub on Saturday to see Cat during her sojourn here in lovely Ontario. Was already suffering from lack of social skills at the time. Broke under the pressure of rye and ginger and had to go home to see my sweetheart (who is living in Weston while I plug away at academics alone downtown) on Sunday. And my Mum did come by and take he and I out for supper to an oyster house on Easter Monday (which was a debacle in terms of me not knowing that Rodney’s on King is closed Easter Monday, and then not knowing where in the hell the distillery district really is, but never mind I don’t have time to post about that now – still, mmm, tasty oysters!).
However.
I am now deep in the paper writing, and am struggling to neither watch TV, leave the house, think about home reno, or read LiveJournal. And my resolve is cracking. How often on a sunny spring Thursday afternoon do I get the opportunity to do WHATEVER I WANT, which includes NOT BEING IN AN OFFICE? Not that often. But I must, must, must finish (or at least get a really solid handle on) my papers, which means gluing myself to my computer.
Help! Help! I want to go outside! Please post your support for me to remain indoors and maybe actually FINISH my Master’s degree this time around!!!
Is it not raining there?
It’s been raining here since mid-morning.
How’s that?
Sadly, no. The rain’s stopped and now it’s all fresh and damp and London-like outside.
Maybe I should take a little walk. Right after I finish gleaning quotes from ‘Vile Bodies’? Would that be wrong? Or maybe I should set the goal of completing the whole Waugh paper before venturing forth?
God, I need me some Sinead O’Connor right now. ‘Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got’, indeed.
I think maybe if you take a short brisk walk with a time limit you might be able to hunker back down afterward. That used to work for me. During your walk you can plan what your reward will be when you actually finish the paper.
I left the saddest phone message at your house, pleading for company or an excuse to socialize.
I also said I hate your evil garbage-incompetent neighbors and I hope they suffer an inexplicable doom for their complication of your day.
Oh, that is sad. And with back in the land of the jobbed, neither of us can really help you out! (Nor should we, because that would make us enablers.)
What’s the late penalty on these essays?
-DL
Or I will give you the mocking of a lifetime. How’s THAT for motivation?
There are only so many sunny spring days left in your life—enjoy them—enjoy them now! Degrees are over-rated.
I have to agree with DS on this one. Looking at the numbers, I’d say you have 3,416 sunny spring days left in your life, tops.
This figure is based on the assumptions that (a) you live to be 83 (Canada’s life expectancy at birth for a woman) and that (b) in Toronto you get a maximum of 61 sunny spring days a year. I figured March in Toronto is still mostly wintery, and by the time you get to June it is already bloody hot. So, 61 possible sunny spring days for April and May.
I trust you will act accordingly.
-DL
If I have to, you have to. Let’s keep each other honest here, and then treat each other to ice cream on a grassy knoll when the work is done. (We’ve been planning a return trip to the grassy knoll on Front Street for THIRTEEN FREAKING YEARS now. Let’s actually do it this time, k?)
Stop Talking. go work.
Work work work, so I can see you at the Foxes Den on Saturday – Si and I are in town, at the pub stuffing our faces from 7pm onwards. x
It’s been a while since I’ve seen you play with the numbers like that. As I recall, it used to be calculating things like:
-how many hours you had left until deadline, and an average of how many words per minute you could potentially/would potentially have to write in order to meet said deadline
-how many percent marks you could afford to lose and still pass a course, given the professor’s late penalty policy
-how many different colours of pen you might be expected to use in order to complete a totally faked journal that you should have been logging on a week-to-week basis throughout the semester, but were actually completing the day before said journal was due
I will not give in to your evil number crunching, you devilish bean-counter!
To the desk with me!
I will try to get my lazy arse downtown on Saturday, but that is one of the two days I am supposed to be in Weston, waiting for the carpenter to come finish our loo.
Do you need a place to stay? You are welcome to use my apartment while I’m at my boyfriend’s house.
Ahem. I may have strayed slightly from the path of grassy righteousness by going out for a beer to celebrate‘s new employment. But! I was out for less than two hours. And! I am home now and ready to work through the night. Here’s to insomnia!
Am feeling v. motivated.
Will work arduously throughout the evening, now that I have had a quick nip outside.
Please do not mock, needed beer, none in house, had to go out.