On the Momentous Occasion of My 300th Entry...

Well, as expected, my carefully laid plans for academic organization lie in smoldering ruin. None of my three papers have been begun, much less completed, and SLS 50 is still stalled in the home stretch. I anticipate a very bleary-eyed Sunday and Monday and yet another desperate last-minute charge. I don't know why I set myself up for these things. The siren song of lassitude, I guess.

It's always the same, too. A chronic and fatal overestimation of one's typing stamina and propensity for molding utter claptrap into some semblance of logic. Despite the fact that experience has proven otherwise, I tell myself that I can indeed write ten pages in two hours, and not only will I achieve this, I will also perform the miracles of coherence and cohesion.

As if.

( The Epic of Gueragamesh )

I think I've talked myself out. I'm sitting here with a cup of tea and a box of Gobstoppers, and I'm feeling pretty fine, so I'm going to try and make headway on SLS50 while I can. I've set and broken so many deadlines that I'm just going to say that it has 3-5 pages to go, and it won't be long now.

Speaking of tea, my latest shipment arrived from aculeatus, and I daresay that of all the future concerns I may face, a tea shortage won't be one of them. Thank you, Professor.

Not much for a 300th entry, but there it is.

See you tomorrow.