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Oof. Here I was, all posting a lot, and then... something happened? I got tired and dispirited and didn't get enough alone time or sleep. In part because I had to be at school so much, or just was at school so much, I don't know. In part because of fun things, though.
But I was mostly blaming math, and in particular the scheduling of the fool midterm for the class I'm TAing (7pm on a day when I have an 8am section), and I was feeling really cranky. Plus like I wasn't getting any actual math done.
And then I remembered that if I write out what I learn, I believe more that I've learned something, and that helped, but what really helps the most, right now, I think, is that I am absolutely exhausted and it is very difficult to blame this on math.
I hadn't done that thing where you don't really sleep because you'd rather hang out with your friends in a long time, I believe. But Mike was driving through town, so I went down to Hyde Park and hung out with him and Katie until 3 am. At which point we all tried to go to bed in that way where you're sleeping way too close together for the sleeping to work quite as usual. It was super pleasant, but since I had to be up just after 6, I'm now very very tired. Although I have had a nap. But! It is clear that math did not force these decisions upon me! Excellent!
(I've yet to quite decide how all this relates to the mild absurdity of my feelings about Mike. But this post already kind of feels like I'm posting drunk, because of the lack of sleep, so maybe I'll just try to work that out quietly to myself. Huh, I wonder if this really is what posting drunk would feel like.)
But I was mostly blaming math, and in particular the scheduling of the fool midterm for the class I'm TAing (7pm on a day when I have an 8am section), and I was feeling really cranky. Plus like I wasn't getting any actual math done.
And then I remembered that if I write out what I learn, I believe more that I've learned something, and that helped, but what really helps the most, right now, I think, is that I am absolutely exhausted and it is very difficult to blame this on math.
I hadn't done that thing where you don't really sleep because you'd rather hang out with your friends in a long time, I believe. But Mike was driving through town, so I went down to Hyde Park and hung out with him and Katie until 3 am. At which point we all tried to go to bed in that way where you're sleeping way too close together for the sleeping to work quite as usual. It was super pleasant, but since I had to be up just after 6, I'm now very very tired. Although I have had a nap. But! It is clear that math did not force these decisions upon me! Excellent!
(I've yet to quite decide how all this relates to the mild absurdity of my feelings about Mike. But this post already kind of feels like I'm posting drunk, because of the lack of sleep, so maybe I'll just try to work that out quietly to myself. Huh, I wonder if this really is what posting drunk would feel like.)