Several people have asked me if I'm ok lately. The most distressing was when Thesis Director said, "Oh yeah, I brought you this book because you haven't smiled in a few days."
I don't know what's wrong with me. Probably a moderate case of burnout, the onset of a case of distressing melancholia, and the fact that I'm sick of my own voice (both written and spoken). It's nothing that won't pass soonish (I hope), but it's still an asswhip in the meantime.
I'm housesitting for Thesis Director for three days next week and I plan to talk to no one. No one. I plan to lounge in the air conditioning, read, and write. She's handing over the keys to her office so I can work like an honorary prof in her absence. That excites me a little. Free reign to rape and pillage her library for a few days is a wonderful thought.
Everyone is traveling over this two week break, which bums me out a little. I had originally planned a trip to NC over the break, but a(nother) falling out with he-who-shall-not-be-named (HWSNBN) a few months ago squelched those plans for fun on the beach. I thought about striking out to Taos for a few days of photography, reading and swimming, but I think saving the $$$ would be a better idea. Must register for the Savannah conference, and they don't accept promises to pay later (bastards).
Wish me luck getting over this. I'm putting my faith in endorphins--cheaper than drugs and readily available at any hour of the day or night.
Listening: "Ride"...Cary Brothers
Reading: Shrek so I can write a response paper over it (yes, it started as a picture book).
In my head: Little green men. And Zach Braff...my new celebrity crush (Hugh has competition).