I've got thesis editing due on the 27th. I've got four pages of responding to essays for one class due each week. I've got two papers coming up. (One of which uses lovely terms like 'how has this class contributed to your journey in life'. Someday, I swear I'll make a button that reads something along the lines of leaving my "journey" the heck alone. Or something.)
Hit Student Health, and got a doctor who looked exactly like a method actor doing the friendly farmer. Reminded me of this nifty feed lot / greenhouse / plants store at home where everyone sat around and talked and there was at least four cats in the place and turkey chicks in the spring. He gave me antibiotics (the size of almonds) for my sinus infection and blathered at me. At least they're working. I feel more human already.
What else? I reread a bit of Edison's The Worm Ouroboros. I found a copy of it in a New Mexican used book store with a 70's era cover all in pink, black, and psychedelic. It's one of those books where the language is such a character that you ignore the sense of the story in favor of just letting the author talk to you. My copy also has these lovely line drawings (wood cuts?) in a very Art Deco style. Neat book.
It's spring here, and all the trees are leafing out. Pollen counts are ungodly high, but it's worth it to open the window and see the moon outside.
Williams is poking for an AU. Maybe later today / tommorrow I'll write up the idea if I get caught up on my work.