On to complaining. I just don't wanna:
- Read any more books.
- Study Italian grammar for my second language exam.
- Read any more books.
- Worry about the UC Paris program and its nonexistent grad TA application, worry about my QEs, worry about my shaky dissertation topic idea(s).
- Read anything not written in crayon on a piece of construction paper by a five year-old. Let alone more books.
It's just...I've hit that point at which it's physically painful to pick up a book. Even if it's a relatively straightforward 200-300 pager with a discernible argument that I could skim and take notes on in an hour or two, it kills me to do it. I basically want to sit on the couch and play Yoshi's Island and pet Pesto. Is that so wrong?!
On an unrelated note, I was talking with K last night about the whole Picasa vs. Flickr thing that's happened recently (i.e. having to choose one), and I discovered that Google has already created a picasa album for me containing every picture I've ever posted to my blog. I especially like the inclusion of the ripped abs shot right in the middle.
(P.S. I'm sticking with flickr; I like the interface more. But I also like the existence of a bunch of weird pictures in juxtaposition that exist because Google says they do.)
3 comments:
Nothing wrong with being burnt out. I on the other hand want to read books, listen to music, and watch TV without any Chinese for the next two weeks. Actually that is also sort of a lie. I would just like to sleep, eat, listen to music, watch TV, and nap. Then repeat.
I really, really think you should do just that. I'd be a big pile of pudding after studying Chinese (or even, like, pig latin) for three months.
Is it sort-of the same thing that I only want to eat chocolate lately? Im constantly having to remind myself to eat things that arent chocolate - like, you know, regular meals and stuff.
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