Last week of classes is busier than finals week. I don’t remember if it is always like this, but it still sucks. Three papers due this week, three days spent working on the bus, the other two spent in class. Social life and internet monitoring are jettisoned, and my attention is devoted to one side or another of a toggle switch: work for them / work for me. At least I’m enjoying the work for me. I only just figured out what the paper I’m writing about really means, so now I can write on it…or could write on it. I chose to take a break instead, and post this while I still have some synapses firing.
Joe and I took the bus for a spin around Cheney’s parking lot, and it’s in great shape. Breaks work well, veggie runs smooth, but all in all it has turned out like most of my projects: miraculously successful. Meaning it works, but it probably shouldn’t. There are a million things that could go wrong, and we’ve got plenty of time this summer for each one of them to happen. We’ll see. I still have to edit some footage I shot this week at Cheney, and finish the zombie movie (I have the first two minutes edited).
I don’t mind being busy – I mind deadlines. I usually work in a pretty scatterbrained manner, and if something from another project pops into my head, I’ll give it attention while I can still remember it, lest it be lost to my sieve of a memory. I guess I should start writing this paper.