I love how my compromise with myself when I REALLY don't want to go in somewhere (especially after an all-nighter, although not the case now) is to wear jammies under my outfit.
I am so going to need a new coping strategy when I have a job.
Unless I end up a writer someday.
Then it'll be, "I really don't want to get up and write. I really don't." Pauses to consider. "Alrighty, writey in bed!"
Itinerary: 1) 20-minute bike ride. 2) Animal Behaviour: 2-hr lecture AMS LT. 3) [Possible] bike-ride to bank to pick up some cash & check that PIN number was sent. 4) Library for reference collection for plant science. 5) Library for any further misc. work. 6) Library for writing! (Total possible library time: 3 hours, minus bank.) 7) Buddhist Meditation Society: 1.5 hours, probably. Regretfully no ride home because... 8) Bike ride home. 9) Probable stripping of first layer, hop into bed. Poss. 1-2(3) hours.
Can get through. Can get through. Yessss!
Icon: Grace the Scientist is not pleased. Want samplesssssss.
[+] I made it into campus. [-] Lecture was exceedingly boring. [+/-] The film was interesting, although the scenes with the chicken farming and pig slaughter houses made me slightly sick. [+] I motivated myself to bike to Shinfield Rd. and stop in at the bank. Got out some cash for any shopping needs & paying back Harry. [+] As a treat for productivity these last few days, and from reading Writing Down the Bones so often, I got a jump coronation sandwich and some tea (out of vanilla milkshakes) and sat down. I stayed for an hour or more sipping, nibbling and reading/writing in the book. It was beautiful. [-] While I was preparing to leave, I heard a man who had been on the phone for 20 minutes complain that his beans were cold. [+] It was as I was writing a note that said, "Your cafe is wonderful. Thank you! KS" with a pound, left spread over my plate. I was glad they would get something positive as well. [+/-] I went on DeviantArt instead of working in Palmer. I felt connected and remembered my creative self, even if presently I haven't been able to do art. I made a new account to start using once I catch up. I am going to put up all the art from all of my old DA accounts, with the comments. [+] Buddhist Meditation Society was lovely. Samatha had me speak afterward. He invited me to be a real committee member with further responsibilities. I said sure. I offered to ask the Newsletter/Newspaper people about writing a piece for publicity; brought it up with Samatha and Clarence. Mentioned perhaps another field trip to the Centre in town; Samatha was thrilled, given we don't have the space booked for the 17th. Mentioned Power of Now to Aaron and offered to find him a copy if he wanted to read it, after warning about the writing style. Samatha was apparently impressed. I didn't understand why. Aaron is having trouble staying in his moments. [-] I didn't nap. [+] I cleaned the bathroom, because it was my week last week but I misread. Jujubean wasn't pleased when I was about to do the floors; there is always someone scheduled to clean floors. Turns out it's me for this week anyway, but Sass did them not long ago. I will wait until Saturday. [+] I have Werewolf tonight! That should be fun. We're probably getting pizza. It will be a wonderful celebration. [+] Hopefully tonight I will get a good night's sleep, get some good references down, read and edit more. I will have time tomorrow night as well while I'm waiting for Grey's!
[+] Also, clubbing Monday night with Batgirl, Harry, Jujubean and Pirate was fantastic. Had a conversation with Harry first about what dancing can be: self-expression, conversation, meditation, prayer, exercise, fun. He opened up. We went crazy on the dance floor. Pirate too. I got all rainbowed up and had some real fun. I've been sore since, but it was worth it. I need to remember that! Batgirl told me she thought my dancing was delightful, as usual. Giggles. Apparently I dance strangely! Who knew. I just love letting my body move, arms and legs and hips and all.