Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Dawg Tard

I can no longer blame my tiredness in the afternoon on jet lag or time differences. I seriously get so tired that I go cross-eyed trying to stay awake. And it's unexplainable because I've been getting about 7hr/night. I even had a large Timmy Ho's this AM to try to bring me back into focus, but it's possible that the loads of cream and sugar in it clogged soemthing up in my brain and I still can't focus.

Or maybe that's from hitting my head. However I've been tired since before that.

And today I'm such a zombie that I tripped going up the stairs here (embarrassing but I had to chuckle) and then almost entirely missed the two stairs down coming out of a building on my way back from THs, which would have been nearly fatal I'm sure. God, I saw those stairs at the very LAST second. Yikes.



Or maybe I'm burnt out. I think I've had it. I wanted a PhD, but on second thought I can do without one.

Now what do I do about this mounting debt? Shitballs.

5 comments:

Lanny said...

But 7 hrs a night after missing much much sleep on your trip isn't going to cut it!

Rosie said...

For a second I thought you were posting about a retarded dog.

Anonymous said...

Dearest Mitchie,

I urge you to pursue your task of attaining your Doctorate. Now you may be tired, you may be tired of your life of sacrifice. You have just seen the pleasures of Italy and may wonder where your life is going. You are too far along your chosen path to abandon it now.

Italy is a magical place. It sapped the strength of Hannibal's army in the same way that it did the armies of Napoleon and Attila.

I could not study there, I knew that the pleasures of the land of my fathers would sap my strength.

I went to England.

Forget about your debt if you can. You have only a few winters left.

Everything can be resolved very easily. Two years from now you will laugh at this moment of doubt.

I offer you this only as councel.

Of course, I do not know the particulars of your situation. So whatever you decide, I will support you.

My offer of friendship, aid and hospitality will always stand.

I am grateful to you for the kind words you gave me some months ago, when I arrived unknown and wounded on your doorstep.

The fish was good this evening. The wine superb, the sea calm, the sky clear and the moon bright.

Il Fiorentino (The Florentine)

michie said...

Aw geez, I guess I won't quit then!

Oh look, it's past my bedtime now. I'm in trouble now. Goodnight.

Anonymous said...

Mange la merde madamoiselle, mi fai ridere con le tue risposte, it was a beautiful sunset.


Decipher this trilingual message and win a prize signorina!