Brain? Are you there?
It's official, I think I have lost my brain.
Yesterday I barely did any work, I finished writing and editing a simplistic 500-700 word article, mine was only about 615 words...nothing tremendous.
But, I did work for 11 hours, and I was stuck in my car attempting to get home for another 2 hours and 20 minutes afterwards.
I had the biggest case of cabin fever in a while.
By the time I got off of 66, my head seriously hurt because of how long I was contained.
I phoned (ok, the other nurse phoned in) at 7 a.m., we phoned out at 6 p.m., I got home at 7:50...and by some form of magic, had my article in by 8...I don't know how, well, it's probably because it was poorly edited. But an article turned in on time but poorly edited is better than one turn in late, right?
I don't know, I see turning in articles late as a sign of disrespect and my professor is pretty awesome, so I wouldn't want to do that.
Actually, I have lucked out, both of my journalism professors are really neat.
They are odd, I will admit. When I tell my non-journalism friends about my classes (minus Becca) most of them look at me weird and don't understand why I am so excited about them, so I guess they take getting used to.
It's almost Thanksgiving, it seriously couldn't come any freaking sooner. Everyday my brain gets a little closer to explosion. And everyday I look forward to the day that my brain will explode and I will no longer have to do work.
I took the night off last night, and I didn't write at all...It was boring. I don't know why, I guess writing has become such a part of me that I actually need it to feel balanced. When I decided just to watch some TV and turn in early, it sound like a fun idea. But by the time I went to bed, I had about 5 ideas that I wanted to write about, but I knew I needed sleep.
And now, I must writing about "The Spoils of Poynton," by Henry James. Toodles.
Yesterday I barely did any work, I finished writing and editing a simplistic 500-700 word article, mine was only about 615 words...nothing tremendous.
But, I did work for 11 hours, and I was stuck in my car attempting to get home for another 2 hours and 20 minutes afterwards.
I had the biggest case of cabin fever in a while.
By the time I got off of 66, my head seriously hurt because of how long I was contained.
I phoned (ok, the other nurse phoned in) at 7 a.m., we phoned out at 6 p.m., I got home at 7:50...and by some form of magic, had my article in by 8...I don't know how, well, it's probably because it was poorly edited. But an article turned in on time but poorly edited is better than one turn in late, right?
I don't know, I see turning in articles late as a sign of disrespect and my professor is pretty awesome, so I wouldn't want to do that.
Actually, I have lucked out, both of my journalism professors are really neat.
They are odd, I will admit. When I tell my non-journalism friends about my classes (minus Becca) most of them look at me weird and don't understand why I am so excited about them, so I guess they take getting used to.
It's almost Thanksgiving, it seriously couldn't come any freaking sooner. Everyday my brain gets a little closer to explosion. And everyday I look forward to the day that my brain will explode and I will no longer have to do work.
I took the night off last night, and I didn't write at all...It was boring. I don't know why, I guess writing has become such a part of me that I actually need it to feel balanced. When I decided just to watch some TV and turn in early, it sound like a fun idea. But by the time I went to bed, I had about 5 ideas that I wanted to write about, but I knew I needed sleep.
And now, I must writing about "The Spoils of Poynton," by Henry James. Toodles.
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