My lack of blogging has coincided with the realization that this isn’t your regular round of finals and even the slightest deviation to write a 10 minute post is enough to induce guilt for days. Whereas I’d normally chalk up checking the internet as a good way of balancing life, this is the freakin’ bar! I knew that before, but then I woke up this (yesterday) morning and saw that it was now July and it seemed as though somehow after over six weeks of work, I had accomplished nothing and would need to redouble my efforts in order to make up for lost time.
Therefore, I have been closing out the library at midnight everyday this past week except for Friday when I took the day off after lecture because Ticket came home. I know, I know, closing out the library and grinding myself into exhaustion is not the way to go about this, but I’ve been preparing this methodology since I can remember. I always get the most work out of my nights. Lectures in the mornings are basically just a daze. However, since lectures will be over except for our last three this week, I’ll start augmenting my bedtime to around 11 PM so I can get up at 7 AM and focus on essay writing in the morning. But basically, late night grinds are the way I work.
Anyway, since there are only 20 some days left, and although am decidedly not panicking, but rather am maintaining a finely-tuned tension, I don’t think there will be very many posts from here on out. It’s crunch time baby! Of course after the bar, I’ll probably publish the 20 or so drafts I have written out and maybe I’ll summarize some of the “note card” posts. Or maybe I’ll flush the toilet of the whole thing even thought it would mean the world will never know how I not only relate the bar to baseball, but also how I relate the bar to Catholicism (no it’s not just the hell thing).
May everyone climb their mountain, chew gum, whistle, and wink. (I made that signoff up just because it’s late and I’m enjoying my favorite part of this whole ordeal which is listening to trance music while completely exhausted. I imagine it’s like being at a rave sans the drugs).
-jd
